Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2010 13:39:34 -0800 (PST) From: Ronald Frobnitz Subject: Little Perverts Club Part 2 Camping With the Little Perverts Club by Dick Zucher This story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed therein are composites of people I knew many years ago, and none of the events really happened, but some of them could have. Copyright 2010 by Dick Zucker. Please do not post this story elsewhere without prior permission of the author or his agents. Comments are welcome at moose91762@yahoo.com. Criticism will be taken under advisement, flames and slams will be ignored. Applause is always graciously accepted. Before you write to tell me that 6 or 7 inches does not constitue a big dick, kindly remember that this story is told from the viewpoint of a 12 year old, and he and his friends have cocks that probably measure no more than three or four, so the older boys look like they're really hung to him. This story depicts acts of sex between teenage and preteen boys, and various combinations thereof. If such content offends you, or it is illegal to read such material where you are, please back out now, and find something else to read. o0o0o0o0o0 Life in Country Village Apartments would never be the same. My big brother, Ron, had taught me how to suck a dick, and I turned around and taught all my friends, then David, the youngest member of our gang showed us all about fucking, and suddenly, TV and slot cars didn't seem as fun as they used to be. Heck, even the Beatles weren't as interesting as we had thought they were. We'd meet just about every day in the old barn nearby and we would fuck and suck each other silly. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ted, and I'm twelve. My brother Ron is fifteen, and he has a boyfriend, Gary, who is seventeen. The rest of the gang are Bruce, he's twelve, and David and Grant, they're both eleven. Grant is Gary's little brother. Gary had named our gang The Little Perverts Club, and we saw no reason to change it. One afternoon, just as summer school was about to end for Ron and Gary, Grant and I were playing checkers, fully clothed for once, while Ron and Gary looked on. They sat side by side on the couch in our living room, touching each other, cuddling, whispering. Gary tore himself away from Ron's ear to say, "Hey, squirts, wanna go swimming?" "Yeah," we both cried. We weren't allowed in the pool unless we had an adult with us, and since Gary was so close, the manager allowed him to supervise us. Ron and I ran upstairs to change, and Grant and Gary went home to do the same. I must say that Gary is a handsome guy. He stands about six feet tall, is slim and trim, has a hairy chest and is muscular all over. He wears his light brown hair in a flat top, short on top, and combed back on the sides, and it seems he's always smiling. Ron is nearly as tall, skinny as a rail, and has bright red hair worn at medium length, and about a million freckles all over his body. Like me, he couldn't get a tan if his life depended on it. The four of us met up in front of our building and headed over to the pool area. Grant and I ran on ahead, while Ron and Gary strolled as though there was no hurry. When they caught up with us at the gate, Gary inserted the key card into the slot and let us all in. Grant and I immediately threw our towels aside and jumped in. The older boys took their time, checking each other out, I'm sure, stripping off their T shirts, and waded in at the shallow end. We splashed around a while, played a little Marco Polo, then decided to get out and rest awhile. Gary took a chaise longue, and Grant sat between his legs, leaning up against his bare chest. Gary wrapped his arms around his little brother in a protective way. Ron and I took the chaise next to them and sat pretty much the same way. "Ron and I were talking about going camping," Gary said. "Wanna go?" "Camping? Cool!" I said. "Do you think you to can keep from being a total pain in the ass for two days?" Ron asked, giving me a little squeeze. "Since when have I been a pain in the ass?" I asked, a little huffy. "Oh, I'd say since about the Third of February, 1952" Ron answered with a laugh. My birthday. Gary spoke. "Well, you guys have been better about it lately, ever since you and your little pervert friends have found better things to do than bug us." Grant and I both giggled. We knew what he meant. "We'll be the best darn campers you ever saw. We'll behave ourselves, and leave you guys alone, and do everything you tell us . . ." Gary stretched out and ran a bare foot up my leg. "Don't get too excited yet, Teddy Bear. We have to ask our folks if we can go. I'm sure they would let Ron and me go, but we have to convince them that we'd be responsible enough to watch over you two." "I hope so," Grant said. "I've never been camping without Mom and Dad before. Grant and Gary's parents had a camper, and they went out in it two or three times a year. "We'll ask them, then we'll hope for the best," Gary said. "You're the greatest, Gar'," Grant said, and he stood up to give his brother a kiss on the cheek before jumping back into the pool. Gary must have liked his brother sitting against him like that, because I noticed that when Grant got up, he left Gary with a big ol' boner. He folded his hands in his lap to hide it. "You, too, Ron," I said, and kissed him on the cheek before joining Grant in the pool. "What are we going to do with these guys for two days out in the woods?" Ron asked. Gary rubbed his crotch. "I'm sure we'll think of something." o0o0o0o0o0 Ever since kids have had to follow their parents' rules, they have longed to get away from them and be independent, and ever since mankind has lived in houses with stoves and electric lights, kids have longed to get out in the wilderness and "rough it." Grant and I were no exceptions, and we looked forward to going camping with eager anticipation. The idea of toasting marshmallows on an open fire, staying up late, telling scary stories, skinny dipping in an ice-cold creek, fucking and sucking in a pup tent . . . whoa! That's not what camping is all about . . . or is it? Hmm. We celebrated the idea of maybe getting to go camping by having a sleepover at my house that night. When Grant slept over, we both slept in my twin bed, which was crowded, but we didn't mind, because as soon as my mom said good night and closed the door, we got naked. Lately, to Grant and me, getting naked meant one of us would flip over, and we would start sucking each others dicks. This night was no exception, but when it came time to move on to the next step, the one where I'd fuck Grant before he fucked me, he didn't want to. "How come?" I asked. "Well," Grant replied. "I got fucked last night, and I'm still a little sore." "Sore?" I said. "You never got sore before. Who's been fucking you? "Uh . . . you promise not to tell anyone?" "Sure. You can always trust me." "It was, uh, Gary." "Gary!" I exclaimed. "With that monster he's got? It's gotta be a foot long! How'd he get it in you?" "Nah, it's only seven inches. He showed me with a tape measure. Besides, if it was twelve inches, it would be a foot, and his dick isn't a foot, is it? It's a dick." We both giggled at that. "But how did it happen?" I wanted to know "Well, it's like this," he said. O0o0o0o0o0 Grant takes up the story. Mom and Dad went to the Moose last night, and Gary stayed home with me. We were watching Batman in our underwear, like we do sometimes when Mom and Dad are out, and Gary was laying on the couch, and I was laying on top of him, and I kinda rubbed my back against his dick and it gave him a boner. "Watch that, Meatball, you're getting to me." Gary said. I kind of turned around and grinned at him. "You mean like this?" and I rubbed my back against him on purpose. "Ooh, yeah. Like that," he said. "Cool," I said. "I like it when you get all hard like that." "Oh you do, do you?" Gary said. "How would you like it if I did it to you?" and he grabbed my dick and rubbed it 'til it got hard. This was better than the old tickle fights we used to have. I grabbed me a handful of Gary and squeezed. Man, that thing was hard! "Oh, is that the way you want to play?" he said, and grabbed my undies and yanked them down around my ankles. My stiffy was standing straight out. "Oh yeah?" I cried, and pulled his drawers down, too. I couldn't take my eyes of that big cock. It was huge! "What are you staring at?" Gary asked. "Can I touch it?" I asked. "Go ahead," he replied. I wrapped my fingers around his dong, sliding up and down, in a jack-off motion. "How big is it?" I asked. "About seven inches," he answered. "Really?" I said. "Yeah, here," he said, and grabbed Mom's tape measure she'd left on the end table where she'd been doing some mending. Sure enough, it was seven inches and a bit. "You put that thing in Ron's butt?" I asked, not believing. "Yeah." "How?" I asked. "I mean, a butthole is only so big, and Ted's and Bruce's dicks are only a little bigger around than those big crayons like little kids use . . ." "You'd be surprised how much your butthole can stretch," he said. Doc Trumble says it can stretch to about two inches or more." "My butthole?" This was getting interesting. "Well, not yours in particular, everybody's. You know when you take a great big crap, and you wonder how that huge turd could have come out of you? That's because the hole opens up real wide to let it out." "So I could take that big thing of yours into my butt?" "Well, yeah . . ." "I wanna see!" "I don't know about that," Gary said cautiously. "It would hurt." "The first time Ted fucked me it hurt, too," I said. "But after that it felt fantastic!" "Well . . ." Gary was hedging. I took hold of his weiner and stroked it some more. Gary laid his head back and closed his eyes. That was when I went in for the kill. I took the head of his dick and put it in my mouth, tickling the tip with my tongue. "Oh, my god, kid. You win." Hooray! Gary was mine. "Go in the bathroom and get Mom's hand cream," he said. I ran off to do as I was told. When I got back, Gary had his underwear clear off and was slowly jacking his dick, making it harder and bigger, if anything. He took the jar of cream from me. "Try this, Squirt." Gary took a good sized dab of cream on his finger and reached between my legs to grease up my hole. "Ohhh," Did that feel good! He took another dollop and started greasing up his monster cock. "You're sure you want to do this?" he asked gently. "Yeah. I'm sure. Let's do it." Gary sat upright on the couch and spread his legs apart. "Okay, turn around," he said. I backed up to him and he put his hands on my hips and guided me towards him. Gently he pulled me down to where I was squatting over his cock. "Now, you need to sit on it, but go slow. If it hurts, just stop and let your butt get used to it. If it hurts too much, or if you want to stop for any reason, say so, and we'll quit. "I don't want to make you do anything you're not ready to do. Okay?" I nodded. "Okay, buddy, here we go." Gary guided my butthole onto the end of his cock, and I squatted down on it. The feel of his dickhead against my hole was great. I lowered myself a little more. "Uhh." I grunted. "You okay?' Gary asked. "Yeah, just let me get used to it." It hurt. It really hurt, like all the fires of hell had just gone up my ass, but I was determined to enjoy this. "Push down with your muscles, like you're taking a crap," Gary offered. I pushed. He went in a little farther. I pushed again. It still hurt, but not as bad. In fact, there was a feeling coming along with the pain that really felt good, like when Ted or Bruce fucked me, only more intense. I guess that was because Gary was so much bigger. Then all of a sudden something wonderful happened. I pushed out once more with my butt muscles, and suddenly Gary was all the way in. I bottomed out, and felt my cheeks against his groin. The feeling was fantastic! "Oh, little brother, you made it!" Gary said. "Just sit there a minute and get used to it." He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight for a minute, resting his cheek against my back. I always knew my brother loved me, but this was the best. "Okay, Grant, you ready?" Gary asked. "Yeah, I'm ready," I said. "For what?" "We're going to start fucking now," he said. "Let's move forward so you can get on your hands and knees. Go slow, and try to keep me in you." Gary continued to keep his arms around my waist as we inched our way down to the floor. When we got into position, he put his hands on my hips and said, "Okay, kid, now we're going for a ride!" He backed out, and must have hit something in there, because I felt something that was only hinted at when the guys fucked me. It sent a zing! through my whole body. Then he came back in, and zing! There it went again! In and out, in and out. Zing! Zing! Zing! Zing! This was the most fantastic experience I'd ever had! Fucking with Ted and Bruce and David was fun, but this was wonderful! I guess Gary's enormous size made the difference, because he was hitting something in there that the guys couldn't reach. All too soon, Gary tensed up and grabbed my hips hard. He gave out a yell, and pushed himself into my ass as hard as he could, and held it there. "Ohhh, uhhh, ehhh, ooohh. God, kid, you're fantastic," he said, going limp on top of me. He put his arms around me and laid his face against my back again, and held me there a minute. My boner was throbbing now, crying for attention. I grabbed ahold of it and started jacking to beat the band. Gary pulled out and turned me over, laying me on my back on the floor. He sucked my hairless dick into his mouth and sucked me 'til I came, shooting what little spurts I had to shoot, then just pulsing dry in his mouth until I was finally done. First I get the best fuck I'd had in the two or three weeks I'd been doing it, then my own brother gives me a fantastic blow job! This was definitely a night to remember. When he finished, Gary kissed me, hot and passionate, sticking his tongue deep in my mouth and pressing his face hard up against mine. At last he backed off, and said, "You'd better go to the bathroom and shit it all out. And get a big wad of toilet paper and stuff it in your underwear so you don't have a mess when you leak." I got up to go. "Thanks Gary," I said over my shoulder. "I love you." "I love you too, little brother." o0o0o0o0o0 Ted resumes the tale "Wow!" I said. "It was that good, huh?" "It was fantastic! As soon as I recover, I'm going to get him to do it again." "You suppose I could get him to fuck me, too?" I asked. "Ask him. If he liked fucking one kid, he'd probably like fucking another." Meanwhile, Grant's story had made me hot and horny. "You gotta fuck me, Grant. I can't stand it!" I'll let you guess how the rest of the night went. 0o0o0o0o0 Our parents got together and discussed the matter over cocktails, and finally gave their permission for Ron and Gary to take their little brothers camping for two nights. We'd be going into the National Forest near our town, where there would be running water, public bathrooms and a pay phone nearby just in case. Camping in the campground also insured that there would be other people around, so we wouldn't be able to get into too much trouble without someone there to stop us. Gary borrowed his dad's camper, and the four of us piled in to take a trip to the sporting goods department of The Store. The Store was The ABC Store, a one-stop shopping mecca where you could buy just about anything, all under one roof. Their slogan was "You Name It, We Got It," and Ron was always trying to come up with things they didn't sell. Like the auto parts department didn't have parts for our dad's old Nash, and the record department didn't have 78's. It was also a major hangout for kids, having a snack bar that was terrible, but cheap. When we got to The Store, wouldn't you know, but we found the other two members of the gang, David and Bruce, hanging around in the snack bar, sharing a Coke. As usual, Bruce was shirtless, wearing only blue jeans and engineer boots. His short hair and John Lennon glasses gave him the look of a young rebel, which he was. He had a rolled-up piece of paper behind his ear, since he knew he'd never get away with having a cigarette there. David wore a baggy tank top, shorts, and flip flops, and, as always, his huge horn-rimmed glasses that made him look even smaller than he was. Bruce saw us coming. "Hey, Shitheads," he greeted us. Gary stood in front of Bruce, his bare, hairy chest at Bruce's eye level. "Who you calling Shithead, twerp?" Bruce gulped in mock horror. "Nobody, Mr. Gary, sir. Please don't kill me!" "Don't kill you, huh?" Gary in his most menacing attitude. "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I shouldn't kill you. Maybe I should just do . . . THIS!" He grabbed Bruce by his naked ribs and tickled him until he collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles. "Ah, come on, Gary. I was just kidding with ya." He picked himself up off the floor and stood back a few steps, trying to stay out of Gary's reach. "Hey, David," I said. "What you been up to?" "Just hanging around," he said. "Ron and Gary are taking us on a camping trip next week," I said. "We're here to pick up some gear." "Cool," he said. "Camping?" Bruce interjected. "That's for old fogies. Give me a room at the Holiday Inn any day." "Does that mean you wouldn't want to go with us?" Gary asked. "What? Go with you? You mean it? Can I? Huh?" I think Bruce just lost some of his rebel status. "That is, if your asshole dad will let you," Gary said. Bruce's face fell. His dad was indeed an asshole. Rumor had it that his dad was fucking his seven year old half-brother, Dickie, on a regular basis, but no one ever spoke that out loud. He kept Bruce on a tight leash, only letting him go anywhere under the strictest of conditions. "That'll be the day," Bruce said sadly. "I'll have my mom talk to your dad," Ron said. "If anyone can make him see sense, it's her." True. Our mom could talk black widow spiders into not being poisonous, and make them think it was their own idea to boot. "That includes you, too, Dave," Gary said. "Well, I'll ask my mom, but I don't know." David sounded like he had his doubts. David's mom wasn't an asshole, just overly protective. She even worried about letting David go to school, because the roof might fall in, or he might get bitten by a mosquito on the way, or a car might crash through the playground fence and run over him, or . . . you get the idea. "I'll get my mom to talk to her," Grant said. Grant and Gary's mom worked for a stockbroker in town, and David's mom was a client. If there was anyone David's mom listened to, it was her broker. "C'mon guys," Gary said. "We've got shopping to do." All six of us headed for the sporting goods department to check out the camping equipment. Gary picked up a few Citronella torches for mosquito repellant, air mattresses, sleeping bags, and then he started looking at tents. "Aren't we going to sleep in the camper?" I asked. "Not if there's going to be six of us," Gary replied. "That thing only sleeps four, and even then, it's crowded. Sure, Ron and I could take the double bed over the cab, and you and Grant could have the bunks, but where would that leave David and Bruce?" Gary and Ron finally decided on a good-sized tent with two rooms. "That ought to take care of everybody," Gary said. "Ron and me in one room, and four little perverts in the other." I thought that would work out fairly well, but I had other ideas about Gary and me. o0o0o0o0o0 Another cocktail party was held, (soda water for David's mom, and white lightning for Bruce's dad) and everyone had permission to go camping. Mothers packed sack lunches for the first day, and our mom made something she called "hunter's stew" for everybody for our first dinner at the campground. That was nice thick hamburger steak, with cut up potatoes, carrots and onions, all wrapped up in individual foil pouches, to be thrown onto a charcoal fire and cooked until done. Mom loves to give detailed instructions like that. I think she's looking forward to the day she can come home from work and find dinner ready. The big day finally arrived, and Ron and I were up by six, grabbing a bowl of cereal and loading the cooler chest with food and sodas. We'd each packed a change of clothes into our backpacks. Mom insisted that I wear shoes and socks, but I had my flip flops packed, because I feel the same way about shoes that Bruce does about shirts. If I had my way, I'd be barefoot all summer long. By 7:30 we were assembled out back by Grant and Gary's camper. Gary explained to us that the four younger kids would be in the back, and that there was an intercom so we could talk to each other. "And we'll be listening in on what you little pervs are talking about, so watch what you say," he grinned. "Can we ride naked?" David asked. David had recently spent two weeks at a nudist camp with his father. "If that's what you want," Gary answered. "But keep your shorts handy, just in case." We stripped off our shirts, loaded all the food and gear into the truck, and piled into the camper, taking our seats at the dinette. Ron and Gary, also shirtless, got into the cab, and we were off. About half an hour later, we started up the mountain into the forest. By this time, we'd taken to getting up and walking around a little, holding on for dear life as we went. Bruce had gotten up and looked through the window to the cab. "Hey, guys," he cried, "Ron's got his dick out and Gary's jacking him off!" We all crowded at the window. Sure enough, Gary had his right hand around Ron's six-incher, and was slowly jacking up and down. What's more, Ron had his left hand wrapped around Gary's exposed whopper. Both boys looked straight ahead, as if nothing unusual was going on. Gary glanced back at us. "I wondered how long it would take before you guys figured it out," his voice came through the intercom. "Just don't run us off the road, please," Grant said. "And you guys don't stand up straight in front of the window. If I can see your dicks, maybe someone outside the truck can, too." "Let 'em look," Bruce said, pressing his uncut boner against the window. "Sit down, Bruce," Gary ordered. "And everybody put your pants on. We're stopping at the ranger station in a minute. Gary steered the pickup into the parking lot of the ranger station and parked. As Gary headed for the office, Ron came around back and opened the door. "Just wanted to grab a couple of sodas," he said, reaching into the cooler. He looked at the smudge on the window. "Looks like we're going to have to dust this crime scene for cock prints." The four of us giggled with delight, and Ron joined in as we all got out to stretch our legs. "Gary's seeing if we need a permit for the campfire," Ron explained. "You don't need a permit in the campground, do you?" "We're not going to the campground. Uncle Dud has a lot up here, and he says we can camp on it. We can run around naked up there. He's even put a dam on the creek and made a little lake." "Uncle Dud? I didn't know he owned any property," I said. "There's a lot you don't know about Uncle Dud . . . yet," he answered, and tweaked my left tit. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I wasn't going to tell you until you were older, but I guess you're mature enough by now. Our beloved Uncle Dudley is gay. Not only that, he just loves twelve year old boys that jack off ten times a day and suck cock." "Are you saying Uncle Dud loves me? And all my friends?" "Get back in the camper, you perv!" Another mile or two up the road, we turned off onto a dirt road, and after getting tossed around for about fifteen minutes, we came to a stop in a clearing surrounded by pine trees. Across the clearing, there was a creek, and as Ron had said, it had been dammed up to form a pond about 15 feet across. "Welcome to Belly Button Lake," Ron announced as we all piled out of the camper. "Why is it called Belly Button Lake?" David asked. "Because it's just about belly button deep on me," Ron answered. We all stripped down to nothing but sandals and waded in. Actually, it came up to about titty depth on me and the younger ones, more or less. The water was ice cold, but very clear, and we could see each other's dicks shriveling up below the water line. After we cooled down and splashed around a little, Gary announced: "All right, guys. We got to set up camp. We can get back in the water later, if we want to. Many hands make light work, and too many cooks spoil the broth, as they say, so with Gary and Ron doing most of the work, the rest of us tried to help without being too much in the way. Gary had David and Grant looking for rocks to make a fire ring, while Bruce and I hauled firewood, and a lot of pine cones. We'd brought along some store-bought firewood, and charcoal, too, but we hoped to have a really good campfire that first night. Working naked really made the job fun. Bruce came out from the trees with an armload of pine logs Uncle Dud had left for us. He dumped them on the ground next to the fire ring, and looked at his arms and chest, all covered with pine sap. "Fuck!" he said. "Is that the same mouth you plan on kissing me with?" Gary asked. "Who said I was planning . . . uh . . . never mind." Bruce trailed off thoughtfully. "Sounds like Bruce is going to have some fun tonight," Grant teased. Bruce grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, well, I mean, uh, Gary was nice enough to bring us on this camping trip, you know, and, uh, you know, why shouldn't I kiss him for it?" "You can start right here," Gary said, cupping his hand under his balls, flopping his cock around. "Yeah, later," Bruce said bashfully. His dick was starting to get hard again. "I think we all owe Gary a nice big kiss," I said, and bent down and kissed him on the end of his cock. Of course, now Gary was starting to get hard. "And Ron, too," Grant said, kissing my brother's dick. "Yes, definitely," David said, and kissed both teens in turn. Bruce wasn't about to be left out, so he kissed Gary's and Ron's dicks himself, and then turned and kissed Grant's, David's and my dicks as well. So there we were, six boys out in the woods, each one sporting wood. "I hope we brought enough hand cream," Ron said. o0o0o0o0o0 It was lunchtime, so we all sat down with our sack lunches and ate. Conversation was as general as it can get with six naked youngsters, that is, we mostly talked about walking around naked, and having sex. "Gary?" I asked. "Yeah, Ted?" "Would you fuck me?" Gary shot a look at Grant. "Hey, I had to explain why I was too sore for him to fuck me," Grant protested. "I think your brother should get first dibs," he said at last. "How about it, Ron?" Ron looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh, okay. We've done just about everything else," he said. "But not out in the open. In the tent." "Do we get to watch?" Bruce wanted to know. "Fine by me," I said. After all, they'd seen me get fucked before, right? In fact, Grant and Bruce had both fucked me. Lots of times. David alone had insisted on receiving only. "I guess," Ron said. So we all went into the tent. Ron and I sat down on a sleeping bag in the middle of the front room, and everyone else gathered around us in a circle. Gary rummaged in his back pack and found a jar of hand cream, which he tossed to Ron. "Get up on all fours," Ron instructed. I assumed the position, and Ron got behind me and put his hands on my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. I braced myself for what I knew was coming next: a well-lubed finger against my hole. But I was wrong. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. I felt something wet and squishy on my butthole. WOW! What a feeling! "He's licking his ass!" Bruce cried. "HE'S LICKING TED'S ASS!" "They call that rimming," Gary explained. I tried to find the right words for the situation. Holy moley didn't do it. Neither did hokey smokes. I had to reach deep into the depths of my soul, and finally came up with "Holy everlasting motherfucking shit!" It was as if every angel in heaven had come down and flown up my butt. Gossamer wings, little warm puppies, cotton candy and Coca-Cola, all mixed together, boiled down and turned into a solution just made for my pleasure. Me, Theodore James Francis Hooper. Everything that was wonderful and good was knocking at my back door at that moment. Ron backed away and greased up his finger. He applied the cream to my hole and swirled it around in little circles before plunging his finger in. "Mmmph," I muttered. "You okay, Teddy?" Ron asked. "Oh yeah," I sighed. I had already felt all that heaven had to offer, so nothing was going to bring me down. He finger-fucked me for a little, in and out, before making circular motions to stretch my pucker. Then he added another finger. When I got relaxed into that, he added a third finger, and continued with the fucking motions. Ron took his hand away and started lubing up his six inches. He got on his knees behind me and put the head against my hole. "Ready, little brother?" he asked. "Ready." He pushed forward ever so slightly, barely entering my pucker. "Erg." I said. "Does it hurt?" What do you think? Of course it hurt. You take a hole the size of mine, and put a torpedo up against it and push. What's supposed to happen? I'm going to feel like I've got a feather duster back there? "I'm okay," I said out loud. Ron pushed in a little more. "Uhh, uhh.." It still hurt, but it felt good at the same time. Then suddenly it didn't hurt anymore. All pain was replaced by a beautiful feeling that can only come from having a dick up your ass. Flowers in spring, presents at Christmas, and turkey at Thanksgiving, all rolled into one as Ron began fucking in and out. I remembered Grant telling me about the Zing! feeling he got when Gary fucked him the first time, and I wasn't disappointed. It was like there was a button in there that Ron kept pressing with his cock. Over and over, zing! zing! zing! Big cocks were going to be my specialty. My brother was having a good time, too. "Ah, jeez, Teddy!" he cried. "Man, you're so tight!" "Fuck me, big bro. Fuck my ass!" "I'll fuck you, baby. Yeah, I'll fuck you. Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh." I clamped my cheeks down on Ron's cock and David stood in front of me and fed his little suntanned dick into my mouth. "Double jugging at your age," Gary said, stroking his huge tool. I sucked and slurped on David's cock as Ron's big whanger continued to pound my ass. Whap, whap, whap, slurp, slurp, slurp. I felt Ron tense up behind me, and he shoved his dick in one more hard thrust, then, with a loud cry, he pulled out and shot sperm all over my back. "Ghaack . . .ack . . . GHAAAAAH!" David's little peter jerked and spasmed, and he too cried out in ecstasy as he dry orgasmed in my mouth. The three of us collapsed in a sweaty, cummy heap, and I kissed David with all the passion a 12 year old could muster. Ron wallowed in his own cum on my back and frantically kissed the back of my neck. That part of the show over, Bruce had Grant on his hands and knees and was rimming his younger friend eagerly. If the look on Grant's face was anything like I had when Ron was rimming me, then I'm glad I hadn't been there to see it, but I knew what he was feeling, and I was very happy for him. David got behind Bruce and started rimming him, as well, then Gary got behind David, and rimmed him. "Oh, my god, it's a daisy chain!" Ron cried. David was wiggling his butt like he was in heaven. "Oh, Gary, you've got to fuck me!" "Mmph," said Gary, his mouth otherwise occupied. "I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me." Gary's throbbing boner answered for him. "Toss me the hand cream, Ron." David turned around and gave Gary's cock a few licks before Gary lubed up, then lay on his back, pulling his knees up to his chest, exposing his hairless hole. "You ready for this, kid?" Gary asked as he greased David's chute. "Yeah. I can take it. Yours won't be the first big dick I've had." Gary hoisted David's ass in the air and put his dickhead against the boy's waiting hole. David cooed with pleasure as Gary gently pushed forward a little. It was clear from the sublime look on David's face that Gary's huge cock wasn't going to be too big for him. "You okay?" Gary asked. "Mmmm. Never better," David answered. "Keep it coming." Gently, slowly, Gary pushed onward. David's feet rested on Gary's shoulders. Gary tenderly kissed his bare soles. "Mmmm. No one's ever done that before," David sighed. "Me, too," Gary answered. "It just seemed right." By now Gary was all the way in, and he began the in and out motions. The eleven year old sighed and purred, obviously enjoying the experience. His little hairless dick was stiff as could be, pointing up to his chin. "God, you're tight, kid." Gary said. "Give it to me, Daddy," David cried. "Fuck my little ass!" "I'll fuck you, kid," Gary answered, unaware what David had just said. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." The inside of the tent was hot, and the air smelled of sweat and sex. The sounds of "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh" filled the air, punctuated with David's "umph, umph, umph, umph." At last Gary cried out, "Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum. Uhhhh, I'm coming!" "Me tooooooooooo!" David cried, and his little cocklet jerked and spasmed, and pulsed, and shot out a thin line of clear liquid all over his tummy. One, two little spurts, then it continued throbbing a few more times. "Look, everybody, David shot sperm!" Grant cried. The three of us were on David in an instant, battling to lick up David's first wet cum. Having gotten my taste, I moved to his mouth and kissed him long and deep, as Gary gently pulled out and cuddled all the boys within his reach. Ron rolled over to us and joined in the cuddlefest. Exhausted, we lay there for a long time, cuddling, until we all drifted off for a much-deserved nap. o0o0o0o0o0 Bruce's story. I woke up first, my boner telling me that if I didn't take a piss soon, I'd bust. I got out from under the pile of bodies, and went to the door of the tent and stepped outside. You know, there's a great feeling with taking a piss outdoors, standing there naked in the sunshine, and as soon as my cock went down enough, I let loose a stream that could have put out a housefire. I had to go real bad. It seemed like the piss just kept on coming forever. As I stood there, Grant came out and joined me, and we crossed streams, piss flowing into piss. Grant's cute little cut dick wouldn't go down, but he still managed. "We haven't been fucked yet," he said, matter of factly. "I think we should do something about that," I said. "Yeah. Let's do it." We went back into the tent, and laid down with the others. I laid next to Gary, and Grant took Ron. Both teenagers were hard, and I took hold of Gary's dick and played with it, as Grant did the same to Ron. I don't know about you, but I think if a guy started playing with my dick while I was asleep, I'd wake up, but not these guys. Grant and I teased Gary and Ron's cocks to their hardest, and I got an idea. I found the jar of hand cream on the floor, and lubed Gary's cock up good, then greased my asshole. I shoved a finger in, then made it two. When I thought I was ready, I squatted over Gary and sat on his cock. "Hey, what are you doing?" Grant asked. "I'm getting fucked today, even if I have to steal it." "Why not?" Grant said, and reached for the hand cream. I lowered myself onto Gary's rod, just a little at first, because it hurt like hell. Up until now, I'd only been fucked by Ted and Grant, and you already know they don't have the biggest dicks in the tent. But I could see how much David and Ted had liked those big dicks, and I was going to get that good feeling for myself, if I had to rip my ass apart to get it. Like I said, it hurt, but it felt good, too. My dick was rock-hard, the head sticking all the way out of the foreskin. That doesn't happen very often. It's just in the last few months that my dickhead even could get clear out. It was a hot and sweaty day, and I had built up a little headcheese, even though we'd just been swimming a few hours before. I swiped my fingers across the cheese and sniffed it. The smell was all it took. I plopped down the rest of the way on Gary's big ol' cock and felt the electricity shoot through my whole body. "What the . . ." Gary was awake. "Hi," I said. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You don't think I'm going to be the only kid that doesn't get fucked here, do you?" I started bouncing up and down on his pole. "Mmmm. Might as well, now that you're here," he said, and reached out to play with my dick. I leaned forward and kissed Gary on the lips, careful to keep his cock in me. Gary put his arms around my back and sat himself up, and kissed me back, giving it all the tongue he had. Meanwhile, I gently bounced up and down on his dick. I wrapped my legs around him, and we held each other like that, kissing and fucking like we were made for each other. Next to us, Grant and Ron were doing pretty much the same thing. It was very sexy to see Ron's slick pole going in and out of Grant's hole like that. Ted and David were awake now, too, and were watching us, stroking their cocks. With all this sex going on, something was bound to give, and soon. It didn't take long. Gary tensed up and gave out a yelp, and Ron grunted and I swear both guys shot off at the same time. Anyone passing by the tent would have called the cops, 'cause it sounded like someone was being murdered. "Aggghhh!" Ron. "Mmmmph!" Gary. "Ooooh!" Grant. "Ahhhh!" Me. "I'm coming! David, I'm coming!" Ted. David leaned over and took Ted's cock in his mouth, swallowing his load. Ted maneuvered himself into a position to do the same for David. The whole tent smelled of sweat and spunk, and once again, the six of us collapsed in a heap. o0o0o0o0o0 Gary tells his part of the story It was getting along towards five o'clock, and I figured we'd better start getting ready for the evening. There was a fire to be built, dinner to cook, and I thought it was about time I got the boys' minds off of sex for a change. I had called Grant's gang The Little Perverts Club as a joke, because I knew they were getting together to jack off all the time, but now these four were really becoming little perverts. I'd never seen boys so anxious to get their little asses fucked. And Teddy sure seemed to like getting rimmed. But then, who wouldn't? Let's see. I'd fucked David and Bruce, and Ron had fucked his brother and mine. Maybe by bedtime the kids would be tired enough that they'd just go to sleep and leave Ron and me alone so we could get down to some serious loving. I'd been looking forward to this trip so I could spend the night with Ron. We can't do that at home. My folks would say I was too old for sleepovers, and if they knew we were lovers, they probably wouldn't let us see each other anymore. I loved Ron so much it hurt, and I hoped we had something left tonight to give each other. Sex is great, but love is even better. I got up and woke the others. "Come on, guys. There's work to do. We've got to make a fire and cook dinner. It's a good thing Ron's mom made dinner for us, or we'd never get to eat tonight." Reluctantly, the boys got up and started moving around. Bruce came over and hugged me, and tried to slip his finger up my ass. "Save that for your buddies, you little perv," I said, slapping him on his naked ass. Ron walked over for a kiss, so I stuck my finger up his ass. "Hmm," he said. "Save that for your lover, later tonight." "I will, believe me." o0o0o0o0o0 Ted resumes the story. Ron and Gary got the fire built, charcoal at first, so we could cook the hunter's stew, and after we ate, we threw logs on it so we could have a campfire for toasting marshmallows. When the sun went down it got dark. Yeah, I know, it gets dark at night, but when you live in the city, it never gets that dark. Up here in the mountains, it was really dark. And you could see the stars. I never knew there were so many stars. You could see about a jillion of them. Back home, we could spot the Big Dipper, and a few other things, but up here, it was as if the sky was completely lit up by stars. We had spread old blankets on the ground, and Grant and I sat next to each other, our naked bodies touching. Over on the other side, David and Bruce were cuddling together, too, and Ron and Gary were making out. I guess they didn't care that we were watching. Why should they, after everything we'd done together that day? I'm sure that everyone had kissed everyone else, and I don't think anybody missed out on sucking on everyone else's dicks – God knows the four of us all got fucked all to shit, and I suspected that Ron and Gary were going to get a little of that in after we all went to bed. My butt was a little sore, and I'm sure the others' were too. Oh well, I was too tired to want to do any more sex that night, anyway. Anyway, we opened sodas, and toasted David having his first cum, then we toasted Ron and Gary for bringing us up here, and for fucking us so well. We toasted our marshmallows, told a few stories, and it wasn't any too early when Gary said it was time for bed. "But first," he announced, "a weenie roast!" "A weenie roast?" Grant protested. "Now? But we're tired. Besides, I'm still full from dinner." "Not that kind of weenie roast," Gary explained. "Everybody stand up and piss on the fire." And so we did. Now that was the kind of weenie roast I could get into. We all said our good-nights, had a group hug, and went into the tent. Ron and Gary took the back room, and made sure they had the hand cream, and the four of us laid down on our sleeping bags as close to each other as we could get. Four naked boys, sleeping in a heap like a litter of puppies. We had a whole day the next day to splash around in Belly Button Lake, and to go for a little hike, although Ron and Gary made us put clothes on for that, and yes, we got a little dick-sucking done, too, but if I told you all about that, I'd just be repeating myself, so I'll let you use your imagination. o0o0o0o0o0 Well, folks, that's my story. I've read so many books by the likes of Diane Mott Davidson and Mary Daheim, which always include recipes, so I included my mother's recipe for Hunter's Stew in the body of the story, and I want you to know, it really is good. For each person, take a sheet of aluminum foil (aluminium foil if you're in the UK) about a foot long. Make a steak or patty out of ground beef (about 6-8 ounces) and place that on the foil. Peel and cut into chunks a medium sized potato and a carrot or two. Cut a small to medium onion into quarters. Place these around the ground beef, season to taste with salt and pepper. Fold the foil into a pouch, crimping the edges so ashes won't get in, and throw it onto a charcoal fire. Cook until done, about 45 minutes to an hour, turning frequently with tongs. Putting a nice big glob of butter on the veggies just before you eat it is good. Enjoy! I hope you enjoyed my tale, and that it gave you a hardon. If it did, drop me a note. moose91762@yahoo.com. That's the way we get paid for our writing here on Nifty, just knowing that someone out there enjoyed the fruits of our imagination. As my friend Phangasm always says, happy jacking! Dick Zucher