Date: Fri, 21 May 1999 22:43:09 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Camp Au Naturel Week 2

Camp Au Naturel
Week 2
by Sid G

Prelude:

	The rest of the first week of camp flew by without my again being
used as a group cum rag, or getting together with Pete.  The former was due
to my bunkmates not taking my increasingly obvious hints, or deliberately
ignoring them to frustrate me.
	The latter was due to Pete's spraining his left ankle while
rounding first base during a softball game.  The doctor kept him in the
infirmary for two nights, and I visited him after lunch the second day.  I
couldn't help laughing when I entered the room.  This hairless bundle of
sex and energy lay totally naked except for a tightly wrapped ankle.  Don't
ask me why it cracked me up.  It just did.  At first my young friend was
pissed but he quickly started laughing.  We spent our time talking, getting
to know each other better, finding out we had a lot in common besides the
hots for each other's body.

Part One:

	John posted the second week's schedule when he came to get us for
breakfast.  We all ran to look and there were groans from the vets.
	"John, how could you?" Ally moaned.
	I looked and saw the first activity after breakfast was "suck
volleyball" with bunk 14.  Those kids were at least a year older than us,
if not a year-and-a-half.  There was one kid who was almost my height, but
he, like most of them, was a lot more muscular.
	"Does that mean what I think it means?" Chris asked.
	"Yeah, losers suck winners," Brett said.  "First game of the year,
that's mean John."
	"Hey, they said if you don't want to play, just blow them and be
done with it.  Besides, they begged for this game.  Told me you guys are
the cutest bunk in camp, after them."
	"I just hope their mouths are in shape because we're going to beat
their buns off," Jake shouted.
	"And if we lose," John said, "I'll pick the culprit to be the
cookie tonight."
	He was staring right at me and gave a grin when I caught his eye.
I knew it either was win or be the cookie.  Either get an older boy to blow
me or swallow and wear a lot of cum.  I smiled back at him.  I couldn't
lose.
	Volleyball was a nude game, besides what we usually called shorts
wouldn't have given us any protection anyway.  We headed to the court right
from the dining hall and dumped our shorts by the pole.  John came up with
a rotation that would keep Jake to my left, Chris to the right, and Brett
behind me and we practiced till the other bunk got there.
	During practice I thought we had a chance.  They walked up with
their hard cocks sticking straight out and we lost our concentration.  By
the time we got back into the game we were behind the first of the best of
three match 6-0 and ended up losing 11-3.  Overconfidence, and raging
anticipation let us come back to win the second game 14-12.
	After a water break we came back out and they'd changed their
rotation.  Whatever side of the court I was on there were at least two of
their tallest kids shadowing me.  On our opening serve I was in the center
forward spot and when I went up to block a ball coming over somebody hit me
in the stomach and I fell to the ground.
	I picked myself and the ball up and threw it back to Bob who was
serving.
	"Hey, our ball," one of them shouted.
	"His hands broke the plane of the net, rules violation, our point
and serve, 1-0," I said.
	"Fucking asshole," the kid who slugged me said.
	"Another one Bob," I called.
	"Yeah Bob, ace them," Ally yelled.
	Bob hit a low line drive that just cleared the top of the net then
hit the grass before they could react.
	"Two-nothing," I said.
	While it would be nice to say we shut them out the truth is their
counselor called time out and settled them down.  We lost 11-9.
	"On your knees little boys," their counselor called.  This from a
guy two inches shorter than my 5'10".
	As I'd expected from the moment the last point hit the ground the
kid who hit me came up to me with his five-inch prick sticking out.
	"Blow me you piece of shit," he snarled.
	"Oh I will, but I believe I owe you something else first."
	"What?  You're not leaving your knees until I shoot down your
throat boy."
	"Oh, that's OK, I don't have to."  I straightened my back, and
slugged him in the stomach.
	His bunkmates started to come over but were quickly held in place
by the teeth around their cocks.
	"That's enough Rod, get over to my quarters now," John yelled as he
pulled me off the ground.
	"I was just," I started.
	"I don't give a shit boy, now run."
	His face was red so I turned and hightailed it to the counselors'
bunks.  Once there I looked for a place to sit but there was a large sign
that said all campers must remain standing at all times.  I started to walk
around when a voice called out from one of the buildings.
	"The sign says standing, not walking."
	I moved back to John's door and waited.
	And waited.
	It was almost lunchtime when he showed up.
	"Don't say a word shit for brains.  You never hit somebody while
you're here.  I don't care what he did or said.  Do you understand me?  Nod
for yes, shake your head for no, I don't want to hear your voice for the
rest of the day."
	I nodded, once, my eyes never leaving his.  I wasn't trying to
stare him down, but my father taught me never to turn away from someone
who's challenging you.  Even if they're right.  "Good, now put your hands
on the wall and spread your feet.  I'm going inside to get Mr. Paddle so I
can introduce him to Mr. Ass."
	He waited until I was in position before he left.  It took him five
minutes to return and I saw he had brought two objects besides the paddle.
	"Stand at attention," John ordered.  First he put a gag in my
mouth, "that stay's there except for meals and giving blow jobs.  Now put
your hands behind your head and leave them there."
	I watched as he put this cage around my cock and then strapped it
in place with a cock and ball clamp and locked it in place with a padlock.
	"You can piss with it on, but that's it.  Neither you nor anybody
else can touch your worthless prick until I take it off.  Do you understand
that boy?"
	I nodded, wondering what was going to happen next.
	"Now get back into position," John snapped as he picked up the
paddleball racket he'd brought out with him.
	"Ten, and tonight you're the cookie, and I've invited bunk 14 to
join us, and you can't wash until I say so."
	Without another word he started hitting my ass with the paddle.  It
was thick, heavy wood and I fell to my knees after six hits.
	He dragged me up by the hair and pulled me over to a tree.  From a
branch above my head he pulled down a pair of metal cuffs and snapped them
on.  "Starting from one."
	It took him five minutes to finish.  Tears were streaming down my
face, sweat was streaming from my ass and my torso was plastered into the
tree.  I struggled to regain my balance.
	"Look at me boy."
	Something in me stopped me.
	He hit me twice more.  "I said look at me."
	I shook my head.
	"One last chance or you'll stay there until it's time for tonight's
fun."
	I made myself turn toward his face and stared him in the eye.
	"Maybe I'll invite bunk six too."
	I bowed my head and shook it and shook it.  That was Pete's bunk
and I didn't want him to see me shamed like that.
	John uncuffed my hands.  "Now go to the bunk and stay there.  I'll
bring you back something for lunch.  But I'm telling you this Rod, you ever
do something like that again and you'll be out of here forever.
Understand?"
	I nodded.  I turned from him, put my hands in front of my
imprisoned cock and headed for the bunk as the lunch bell sounded.
	I made it to the bunk without being seen, though I knew it had to
be all over camp by now.  John had probably walked in and told my bunkmates
what he'd done in a voice loud enough to be heard in the back of the
kitchen.  I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  Two choices
crossed my mind.  Either crawl into the shit house until tonight or pretend
like nothing happened.  I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror, it was
still beet red.
	After taking a piss I grabbed the book I was reading, a biography
of Frank Lloyd Wright, and sat down on my bunk.  My ass stung on the wool
blanket but I refused to move or react.  When everybody ran in after lunch
I just waved and went back to my book.
	"Can we see your butt?" Brett asked.
	I shook my head and pointed to the book.
	"Come on, John said he gave you eighteen wacks altogether.
Nobody's ever gotten that many," Jake said.
	I turned over on my side and continued reading as they circled over
to the side of my bed.  A couple of pairs of hands touched me and I had to
stop myself from jumping, and man was that hard.
	"Almost twenty visits with Mr. Paddle, the gag and the cage.  I'm
really sorry buddy," Ally said, then pushed the book away and kissed me on
the cheek.  Feeling a lot better I rolled onto my back and pulled him on
top of me.  I took his cock in my hands and slowly started stroking it.
	He reached around and took the gag off.  "Comes off for blow jobs
and food, right?"
	I didn't speak, just swallowed his hard five inches and went to
work on it.  His cock tasted better at that moment than the finest meal and
I moved my head as fast as possible.  Ally started moaning and quickly
filled my stomach with his cum.
	He started to retie the gag but I shook my head and pointed at
Pedro.  They switched places and I went to work on the light brown rod.  I
ended up swallowing seven loads, with Chris being the last.  As he rose I
motioned for him to retie the gag.
	"Wait, he hasn't eaten his lunch," John said.
	I motioned to Jake to tie the gag.  When it was back in place I
stood, took the plate from John, pointed to the clock and the schedule.
After dumping the food in the garbage I walked out of the bunk and headed
down to the lake for instructional swim.
	Mike was working with me on my butterfly and I didn't want to miss
a lesson.
	He looked at me with disgust and shook his head.  "You can't swim
with the gag in."
	Kneeling I drew in the sand, "Mike, please I have to."
	"You can't breathe with it."
	"Freestyle," I wrote.
	I could hear the rest of my bunk coming up behind me.  "PLEASE!" I
wrote.
	"Backstroke, form not speed and no racing turns.  Now get to lane
one and start."
	Somebody was shouting at me, I thought John, but on the dock the
lifeguards and swimming instructors were in charge so I just kept on going.
	Swimming was followed by arts and crafts, which required shorts.  I
had one pair of really baggy gym shorts that fit over the cage.  I took
along a pad and pen and wrote any questions I had.  John was still
seething, but at my punch or my actions since the paddling I couldn't tell.
Didn't care either.  I'd learned my lesson about hitting another camper but
I wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction of begging him to free
me.
	Not if I had to stay this way the rest of the summer.
	Our project that day was belts for ourselves.  Yes at a nudist camp
we made belts.  We each got a long leather strip, a buckle, studs and
various leather punching and cutting tools to decorate it.
	Halfway back to the bunk John called me.
	I walked over and wrote, "Yes sir?"
	"We need to talk."
	"Can it wait till later sir?  I don't want to be late for my tennis
lesson," I wrote.
	John started turning red again, he grabbed me and turned me around.
"What I wanted to talk to you about can wait, but Mr. Hand is suddenly
jealous of Mr. Paddle."
	He yanked my shorts down and spanked me ten times, hard and fast.
	"Now get out of here bastard, and if you don't get back to the bunk
in time to dress for dinner just stay there.  And this time nobody's going
to bring you food."
	"Yes sir, thank you sir," I wrote, tore off the page and handed it
to h im.
	Right then I had no intention of making it to dinner.  I stepped
out of my shorts, picked them up and went to get my tennis racket.  The
most amazing about that whole afternoon?  I swam great, my hands knew
exactly what I wanted to do with the belt, my tennis game went up a notch,
and I felt great.
	I sat under a maple tree and watched the rest of my bunk start up
to dinner.  Jake was carrying the shorts I'd worn earlier.  John yelled at
him, pointing back at the bunk.  Jake nodded and went back in.  When he
didn't come back out after five minutes John headed up to the dining hall.
	Everybody else went back to the bunk.
	When he was halfway up the hill John turned and saw he was alone.
He started back down but caught sight of me and came over.  The first thing
he did was take the gag off.
	"You going to stop being an asshole?"  He asked.
	I picked up the pad but he ripped it out of my hand.  "I took the
gag off so you can talk damn it, so talk."
	"My dad taught me to take my punishment like a man but not to let
any man break me.  Twice today I've submitted to your punishment, and yes I
was wrong to hit that kid.  But if you want me to get down on my knees and
beg for forgiveness it's not going to happen," I said.
	"You realize that's the first time you've admitted you were wrong,"
John said after a long couple of minutes.
	"You never gave me a chance before."
	"At least three times I was going to give you the chance but you
wouldn't talk to me."
	"So what now?  I still get to be the cookie tonight, don't I?"
	John started laughing, and I joined him.  "You are a pervert.  But
first, go down to the bunk, put your shorts on and bring your bunkmates to
the dining hall.  You take my seat, I'll see y'all back in the bunk right
after supper.  I've got a phone call to make."
	"Yes sir."
	"And stop calling me sir."
	"Yes sir."
	He slapped the back of my head as he stood and walked away.  But it
was a lot friendlier slap.

Part Two:

	It felt really weird sitting in John's seat after all that had
happened since my last solid meal but two things stopped me from getting
one of the vets to take my place.  The first was I didn't want John mad
again, no way did I want another visit from Mr. Hand or Mr. Paddle that
quickly.  More importantly, by sitting at the head of the table I got first
crack at the food and I was starving.
	None of my friends asked me what had happened between me and John.
	Pete came over, kissed me and said he'd wait until the cage was
off.  We kissed again.
	"Child molester," Brett said.
	"TJ's in bunk five, which is below mine," Pete said, "and does he
like being below."
	Brett started to pick up a roll to throw but I waved the serving
spoon at him.  "You don't want Mr. Spoon to meet Mr. Ass do you?"
Everybody started laughing and Brett threw a kiss instead of the roll.

	As supper was ending I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and I
looked up.  "What's up Mike?"
	"Something came up and John asked me to look after you guys
tonight.  Including Mr. Cookie here.  The only problem is that bunks five
and six are having a swim party that I'm guarding so you'll have to do that
instead of your regular activity."
	"Cool," Brett said.
	"Very" I said.
	"Don't even think about putting your cock anywhere in my brother
with that cage on it," Mike said.  "Everybody be down at the dock in thirty
minutes.
	Pete was sitting on the beach when we got there and he patted the
sand next to him.
	"What's up little buddy?" I asked while sitting.
	"Is that how you really think of me.  Is Brett right?"
	"Yeah, you are a lot shorter than me Pete, almost two feet
remember?"
	"That's not what I mean."
	"It's what I mean when I say little buddy.  Nothing to do with your
age.  I'd like you even if you were in bunk 14.  Does it bother you my
being older and taller?"
	"No, I love it," Pete said.
	"Promise me this, if you ever feel that I'm pressuring you to do
something you don't want to do you'll tell me.  If I forced you to do
anything, even just hold hands," I stopped to take his in my hand and kiss
them, "then I'd really be a child molester."
	"Promise, but you have to promise too."
	"I promise."
	"Good," Pete said and started to massage my strapped balls.  It was
totally erotic and I felt my sperm try to leave my balls but they were
trapped there, leaving me in painful, frustrating, ecstasy.  Finally I
pulled his hands away.  He stared at me, disappointment in his face.
	"It's just too painful with this thing on, I said as I lay him on
his back.
	I took his four inch rod into my mouth and slowly caressed it with
my tongue.  I slid my hands under his ass and slowly massaged the twin
mounds of silky flesh.  I started sucking on his cock and let my finger
slide inside his crack and find his hole.  As that finger played with the
outside of his hole I stuck a couple fingers from my other hand into Pete's
mouth for him to suck on.
	When they were nicely moist I switched the dry finger for the moist
and slowly inserted both of them into his anus.
	"Ooh, oh yeah," Pete moaned.  "Stick your fingers up me, feels so
good."
	He expanded his sphincter to allow me easy access to his interior
and I felt around for his prostate as I continued sucking on his throbbing
meat.  Suddenly his whole body starting shaking, he arched his back and let
lose with a giant dry orgasm..
	A totally awe-inspiring sight.
	When he finally came down he rolled on top of me we kissed, and
headed into the water.

	Bunk 14 was waiting on our porch when we returned.  My bedframe was
on the ground in front of the steps, handcuffs on all four posts.  The kid
I'd hit walked to the top of the stairs and groped himself.
	"You owe me something before we get started cookie," he said.
	I started to the bottom of the steps but Mike put his hand on my
shoulders.  "I wasn't going to hit him Mike."
	"I know, but step back anyway.  Larry, this whole thing is out of
line, totally against the rules, especially those damn cuffs."
	"You're not the counselor here swim boy, go back to that puddle you
call a lake," Larry, the counselor of bunk 14, said.
	"You're right boy, but John put me in charge here and what I'm
saying is you take your babies home now.  This is called off."
	I looked around at my bunkmates, we were all alternating between
looking at each other and staring at the two staff members.  None of us
said a word.
	Larry jumped off the porch and got into Mike's face.  On the porch
his kids stood on the railings.
	"Match up," I yelled and moved in front of my adversary.
	"Is this what you want, more violence.  Did you tell Brad to hit
Rod this morning?"
	Larry smiled.
	"Bunk 14, you'd better get some rest," Mike said returning the
smile, "You're instructional swim first period tomorrow will be how to swim
the length of the lake.  Oh, and you will all keep swimming until the last
one completes one length.  No rowboats."
	"You can't do that," Larry said.
	"Remember, I'm 'swim boy,' and I damn well can.  And remember, when
a bunk has a lake length swim, the counselor has to go with them.  Now get
your boys off my bunk."  Mike took a step backwards, not taking his eyes
off Larry.  "Guys, step back now and let them pass.  First one who touches
one of them becomes the cookie."
	I took two steps back and drew a line in the dirt with my foot.
Everybody else followed suit.  "Brad, cross that line and I'll gladly wear
this thing for the rest of the summer."
	Brad jumped down and came up to the line, and stuck his hand out.
I took it.
	"Sorry about this morning, it was Larry's idea.  I'd never have
done it if he hadn't ordered me."
	"I believe you, maybe we'll get together one of these days, when we
want to."
	"I'd like that, after John takes that off.  Come on guys, we've got
a long swim in the morning."  Brad turned and headed up the row of bunks
and his seven bunkmates silently followed him.
	"Wait to you get back to the bunks swim boy," Larry said and
stormed off into the night.
	"Good job Mike," said a voice from the dark.
	"Mr. Adonis?" Mike said.
	"Do you still want your own bunk?"
	"Sure, yes, of course."
	"Good, John just quit to take care of some personal problems.  This
is your bunk now, take care of them."
	"Thank you sir, I appreciate the chance."
	"No sweat, and stay at my place tonight, I'll fire Larry in the
morning."
	"Yes sir," Mike said and shook the camp director's outstretched
hand.  "Did John say what the problems were sir?"
	"Nobody's sick or injured, nothing like that.  We had a long talk
and I understand his reasons.  Oh, one more thing Mike.  Which one's Rod?"
	"The tall one sir?  Rod, front and center."
	I moved quickly until I was standing between the two men.  My
bunkmates surrounded us and I heard rustling from the nearby bunks.
	Mr. Adonis reached down and gently unlocked and removed the cage
and clamps from around my cock.  The sudden release was so powerful I fell
to my knees before either could catch me.
	"You alright son?"
	"Yes Mr. Adonis, it just felt so," I stopped, shrugged.
	"One final thing, John said you're still the cookie tonight."
	"Yes sir," I said and smiled.
	As I stood he turned and walked into the darkness as quietly as he
emerged.
	"OK guys, get this bunk back in the bunk," Mike said.
	"What about the cuffs?" Ally asked.
	"Thanks," Mike said and proceeded to snap shut and double check all
of them.  "Hopefully I'll get the key but at least this way no one gets
caught accidentally and we have to amputate."
	I watched my bunkmates pick my bed up and carry it up the stairs.
All of a sudden I was sitting back on the ground.  I put my head in my
hands and called for Mike.  He sat next to me, arm around my shoulder, and
brought my head to his shoulder.
	"Thanks Mike, I really appreciate it," I said trying not to cry.  I
couldn't pull it off though and the tears flowed for a few minutes.
	"You all right Rod?"  Mike asked when I'd stopped and sat back up.
	"Yeah, it's just been one hell of a day, almost seems like a whole
week.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but can we hold off the circle jerk
till tomorrow?"
	Mike nodded.  "Could you imagine wearing this thing for a whole
week?" he said waving the cage in the air.
	I shuddered, and a thought crossed my mind.  "Does this change
anything between me and Pete?"
	"My being your counselor?"
	"Yes," I said.
	Mike thought for a minute.  "Two things.  One, I don't want to see
or know what the two of you do sexually.  Secondly, you hurt him physically
or emotionally and you will wear this thing home and your dad will have to
cut it off you."
	A glance into his eyes showed me he was kidding a little.  He'd
probably send the key home with me.  How soon my dad would use it after I
explained why it was on was another story.
	"No problem sir."
	"Then get in there, make your bed and get some sleep.  We've got a
busy day tomorrow."

	There were a couple of moans when I told my friends about the
postponement but the moaners quickly found willing mouths to make up for
it.  They had already fixed my bed so I lay on top watching the action.
	A warm mouth enveloped my cock, a quick glance confirmed that it
belonged to Pedro.  "Oh yes, oh yes, but gently and slowly or you'll be
drinking faster than you want."
	The black mop of hair slowed down but to no avail.  A full day
without shooting combined with the aftereffects of my cock and ball's
confinement resulted in my shooting down the young Mexican's throat all too
quickly.
	Within seconds of his pulling his mouth off I was asleep.

Part Three
	Camp was buzzing by the time we lined up for breakfast the next
morning.  The undertone increased when bunk 14 appeared without a
counselor.  The discipline that usually met first bell was gone.  Questions
were being shouted from every side, a lot directed at me.  Others at Brad
and his bunkmates who were increasingly nervous until Mike called them over
to stand with us.
	"Thank you sir," Brad said when he'd arrived.
	Mike nodded, "Listen, all of you, do not answer these questions.
Mr. Adonis will say what he wants inside and that is the story you will
follow."
	We all nodded as second bell rang and the doors opened.
	"Fourteen, walk in with eleven," Mike said.  The two bunks lined up
side-by-side with Brad and me next to each other.  We mashed fists, then he
blew me a kiss.  I smiled back at him.  Brad is rather cute when we're not
hitting each other.
	Mr. Adonis kept it brief, factual if incomplete, and then
introduced the senior junior counselor, Jim Ray Bob as bunk 14's new
counselor.  Jordan, another one of the junior counselors, was being
assigned as Mike's assistant for when Mike had to be at the lake.
	As we left the dining hall Pete came running up to us.  "Way to go
bro," he said as he jumped into his big brother's arms.  "Congratulations."
They kissed, a brotherly kiss, and Mike handed him to me.
	"Off?" he asked.
	"Off," I said.
	He stroked my cock through my shorts with his bare toes, instantly
bring me to full arousal.  "Definitely off, should I keep this up?"
	"Very reluctantly no, but I believe we have the same free period in
two days."
	"Yeah, and then we both have hobbies.  And you know what my
favorite hobby is."
	"Yeah," I said and we kissed.  Not a brotherly kiss either.  His
counselor called him and I put him down.

Part Four

	Don't ask me what happened between that breakfast and lunch two
days later.  The first thing I remember is running back into the bunk to
pick up a couple of packs of condoms.  As we waited at the dining hall I
saw my young love in the same pair of tight shorts he'd worn opening day.
He saw me, licked his lips and gyrated his hips.  I knew he saw the bulge
quickly growing in my shorts.
	The meal took it's usual one hundred-twenty minute three quarters
of an hour.  Pete was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.  I leaned
down and we kissed.
	He took my hand and led me between the bunks eight and nine and
onto a trampled path.  Every few feet he stopped, checked the weeds,
shrugged and continued on.  From behind some of the weeds I heard noises
but couldn't make out what they were.  After five minutes we came to
another clump, Pete reached along one side and lifted a small catch and a
door swung open revealing a grassy area about ten feet in diameter.  Pete
followed me in and latched the door.
	"How many of these are there?"
	"About twenty-five or so.  They've been here for years, Mike
remembers them from when he started as an eight-year-old.  The rules are
simple, if the doors locked you don't go in.  Don't even knock."
	"Were all the ones we passed in use already?"
	"Yeah, didn't you ever wonder why some kids run out of dining hall
right after a meal?"
	"Never paid much attention," I said.
	"Well pay attention to this," Pete said and pulled down my shorts.
My cock sprung to attention and I sank to my knees, reaching for his
shorts.  Pete walked inside and put his chest against my mouth.
	Taking the hint I started kissing and licking his chest.  When I
reached his tiny erect nipples I gently chewed on them.  Pete moaned and
ran his fingers through my hair.  My hands stroked his firm legs, his tight
ass, his smooth back.  I moved my lips from his breasts to his mouth, lay
down and pulled him on top of me.
	Our tongues danced, first a tango and then subsided into a slow
waltz.  Still kissing I lifted his hips and unbuttoned his shorts, slowly
rolling them down.  When they cleared Pete's cute butt he kicked them the
rest of the way off.
	I lifted him up and brought his cock to my mouth and swallowed it
whole, feeling his hairless crotch against my lips.  I slowly bathed his
cock with my tongue.  Feeling it grow and expand in my mouth.  Pete had a
nice four inch cock, four inches that seemed to be getting even bigger as
my finger played with his hole.  Before I could insert it he screamed, his
whole body shaking as he orgasmed.
	When he stopped shaking he lay on top of me and we kissed.  "You're
the best," Pete said.
	"So are you Pete, so are you," I said as I stroked his hair.
	"Are you ready?"
	"I've been ready since you ran in front of me opening day on the
way to the lake.  Are you ready?"
	"Why do you think I ran in front of you?  I don't know which way
this matters but you're not my first.  I've been fucked before."
	"Helps really, I mean I'd figured that anyway, but I'm glad you
said it.  Now let me get the condoms from my shorts."
	"Cool, I never have unprotected anal sex," Pete said.
	"Knew you were one smart kid."
	"You know what I'm smartest in?"
	"What?"
	"Picking boyfriends, now rim my ass, tongue fuck me Rod.  Get me
ready for your rod."
	He turned around and stuck his ass up in the air.  I spread his
cheeks and buried my face in his ass.  Licking his hole, moistening his
sphincter and finally pushing my tongue in as far as it would go.  When it
touched his prostate he shuddered and came again.
	"Now, fuck me now," he said.
	"What position do you like?"
	"My legs on your shoulders so I can watch your face."
	I slipped the condom on my cock and lifted his legs up.  Lowering
myself I kissed him and then aimed my cock at his hole.  It was my first
fuck but my cock knew what to do.  Slowly I inserted my prick into his
hole, it slipped right past his sphincter and my balls were quickly
slapping against his ass.
	"How does that feel?" I said.
	"Fucking great, I can feel you filling my tight ass.  Fuck me Rod,
fuck my ass."
	"Oh yeah, fucking yes," I said and started long, slow strokes.
Almost coming all the way out and then sliding all the way back in.  With
each stroke it felt I was going further and further inside my ten-year-old
lover's ass.
	Slowly I picked up the pace and shortened the strokes.  Pete's face
was one big smile as he jacked himself off and watched me fuck him.
	"Shoot inside me," Pete said and I nodded, coherent speech not
being realistic at the moment.  I thrust one last time and filled the
condom with so much sperm I was afraid it would overflow.
	When I caught my breath I slowly pulled out and lowered his legs.
Pete reached for the rubber and took it off my now flaccid cock.  Turning
it upside down he poured it over my chest, then tossed it away.
	I pulled him on top of me and we kissed for a long time.
	Then we started again.

Continued in Week Three.