Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 07:25:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 18

Camp Clover For Boys
By chipster071053@yahoo.com

LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't
read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be
caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this.

Your comments, suggestions, encouragement, story ideas, fantasies, etc.,
are always welcome at chipster071053@yahoo.com.


And our story continues.


Chapter 18 - The Audition

	It was dark in the room when Timmy woke up. He didn't know what
time it was and he really wasn't sure where he was, either. He felt a warm
body at his back and the tip of a penis pressing against his asshole.

	As he became more aware, his mind began to race back over the hours
and days that lead up to that moment. He realized he was at the Shamrock
Lodge, that the previous night he had taken Amy's virginity in front of a
large crowd while her father took his virginity. It suddenly registered
that the body behind him was Jack the porno star who was to become his
bedmate Nathan's father.

	He felt mild pain in his groin. There was pressure on his bladder
and he had to pee. He also realized that his cock was sore and for the
first time in days, he didn't have a hard-on. The room smelled of sex just
like the bunkhouse room had the morning before.

	The bunkhouse. Where he'd sucked and eaten his first pussy. Where
he'd been in his first orgy. With other guys. 'Am I gay?' The thought
crossed his mind. 'No,' he thought, 'I don't THINK so. After all, I DID
fuck Amy and Susan last night, and I sure enjoyed it. But I like being with
Nathan and the other guys in the bunkhouse. Nathan. Who he'd watch fuck his
mother while confessing a hidden desire to fuck with both him and
Jack. Yes, he DID want to get it on with Nathan, too. That first night had
been hot and he wanted more from Nathan. Did that make him gay? Nathan was
afraid of being gay, but he'd heard Susan say she thought he might be
bi. Maybe he was. And of course, there's Jack. Right behind him. 'His dad
is my swim coach. I've hung around him at the 'Y'. He's a guy who fucks in
front of a camera for a living, with both guys and girls, and Jack had said
he wanted me to do it, too. Oh yes, and he'd called me 'Tim' and not
'Timmy.' Nobody had ever done that before.'

	'My sister Kim. I was in bed with her last night. I watched her get
fucked while I fucked Amy's mom Ellie. Kim said she wants to fuck me,
too. Said it in front of the other kids at the lake. She wants me. Do I
want her? That's incest! But I watched her getting fucked and it turned me
on. I got horny just watching her fuck Jake on that videotape I found in
her room! And she wants me.

	'Then there's Jake. He's the reason I wound up in this room. I
watched him screw my mom, and then my sister, on that videotape. He shows
up here as a counselor and he gives me a blowjob the first night I'm
here. He told on Nathan, who'd confessed he wanted to screw his own
mother. And I saw it happen, eavesdropped on them, just like some kind of
Peeping Tom. Why did they leave the door open, even just a tiny crack? Jack
said they knew I would be walking by there, but how did they know I would
want to listen? Oh GOD, what fun that was!

	'And what about Tom? My best friend. The guy who gave me his virgin
butt as a birthday gift. Who'd been jacking off with me since junior high
school. We had our first sex together. Would all of this change things? Now
that he'd had sex with Sara Anderson, would he ever want to screw around
with me again?

	'Argh! I'm thinking gay thoughts again!! I'm NOT gay! Then why do I
want that cock behind me up my butt? Yes, I want it.'

	But Timmy had to relieve himself, too, so he started to crawl out
of the bed, trying very had not to awaken Jack.

	"Mornin', Champ," said Jack, sleepily as Timmy got to his
feet. "You were a wild man last night. In all my years, I don't think I've
ever seen anything like that!"

	"Thanks," Timmy replied.

	"You planning on coming back to bed after you've pissed or is this
goodbye?" said Jack, a little sarcastically.

	"You want me back?"

	"Sure, if you're not too tired or worn out. After all, you
auditioned for Susan. I'd like to see what you can do, too," said the older
teen.

	"Give me a minute, and I'll be right back," said Timmy as he felt
along the wall, looking for the bathroom in the dark.

	"Want me to turn on the light for you? It beats stubbing your
toes."

	"Yea, thanks."

	The light came on and Timmy saw Jack lying on the bed stroking his
11-inches, a big smile on his face.

	"I'm waiting," he said.

	Timmy stepped into the bathroom and aimed a stream of yellow toward
the toilet, feeling the pressure on his bladder go away. He grabbed a
washcloth, got it wet and wiped off his face. He stood there, looking at
himself in the mirror. A good-looking body, he thought to himself. All that
swimming had put him in shape. He didn't have ripples on his stomach like
Jack did. He was starting to develop some pecs, and his shoulders were
firm. He looked at his limp dick in the reflection. Could he get it hard
again? How bad would it hurt? His hand went down to his crotch and he
started to finger his cock. It was tender, but showed signs of life as he
touched it.

	"You gonna be in there all day," he heard through the door.

	Turning away from his reflection, Timmy opened the door and went
back to the room. Lifting up the covers, he crawled back into bed and
looked at Jack.

	"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

	"Lay back and let me suck on your cock. Let's see how much life you
have there this morning. Then we can fuck each other. Do you want to fuck
me, Tim? I know I want to get inside of you!"

	"I, ah, guess so, Jack. I've never fucked another guy before," he
said sheepishly.

	"Tim, I know you have. I saw the tape. You and Tom on your birthday
in your bedroom. You loved it. I saw your face when you came," said Jack.

	"How? There was nobody there but Tom and me, and we were alone and
the door was closed and..."

	"And your sister figured something might happen, so she rigged up
the little camera on your computer to record everything that happened in
your room that day. Lord, you two were fuckin' hot to watch. I've wanted
both of you since I saw that tape."

	Timmy didn't know whether to be angry or flattered.

	"Where's the tape now?" Timmy asked.

	"It's around somewhere, I guess. Oh, don't worry. Nobody outside of
the club will ever see it. It's safe, and now that you're in the club, so
are you, Tim. Now let's see what you can do first thing in the morning!"
said Jack.

	He bent over the boy and began to suck gently on Timmy's cock. It
surprised the boy how quickly he got hard, in spite of the slight
discomfort he felt. Twisting around on the bed, Jack repositioned himself
so that his cock was hanging in front of Timmy's face. He reached out and
took it into his mouth.

	The two sucked on each other's shafts for a few minutes until Jack
pulled off of Timmy's cock.

	"I think you're ready. I want you to put it in me," said Jack. He
reached for a bottle of lube that had been laying on the bedside table, one
that Timmy had not noticed there before. Jack pumped out a liberal amount
onto his palm, rubbed his hands together and began to vigorously apply it
to Timmy's fuckpole. When Timmy was well lubricated, Jack stood on the bed
and squatted down over Timmy's waist, then grabbed Timmy and started to
guide him into Jack's waiting hole.

	Jack was in control as he slid down the shaft until all of it was
inside of him.

	"That feels really good, Tim. You've got a cock for fucking, that's
for sure," said Jack. "Now I want you to just lay there while I fuck you
for a couple of minutes."

	Jack rode Timmy for what seemed like ten minutes, maybe longer. He
started slowly, then faster, slowed to a moderate pace, then sped up
slightly.

	"How does that feel, Tim? Am I hurting you? I wasn't real sure how
sore you'd be."

	"No. Actually, it feels pretty damned good!" said Timmy.

	"Feel like you could cum?"

	"Not yet. Should I be?"

	"Not necessarily. Sometimes when we're shooting a movie, we have to
do this for hours at a time while they get the cameras moved and set
up. Sometimes it's hard to keep an erection that long," Jack explained.

	"What's it like, fucking somebody in front of a camera?" Timmy
asked.

	"It can be a real turn-on, knowing that thousands of people will
get to watch me do it. The trick is to keep it from getting
mechanical. Like right now. You're inside of me and we're talking. We're
going through the motions, but you're probably not thinking about whether
or not you're gonna shoot a load right now, are you?"

	"No, I'm not. I mean, I know where my cock is and everything, and I
can feel you around me, and I know it feels really neat and all, but no,
I'm not thinking about trying to cum," said Timmy.

	"That's because what we're doing right now is mechanical. We're not
putting our minds on the sex part. If I squeeze you, like this," Jack
flexed the muscles in his buttocks, tightening them around Timmy's shaft,
"I can keep you hard for a little while, and sometimes that's all we need."

	"Is it anything like that movie, 'Boogie Nights'?" asked
Timmy. "You know, like that part where Marky Mark was inside that woman and
had to stay there while the film in the camera got changed?"

	"Yea, it's a lot like that. Most of what we do isn't about just
fucking. A lot of the time we're just foolin' around, tryin' to have a good
time while we wait. And some times that's the hardest part, because if
you're not careful, you loose the mood and that can cost time and
money. Susan can tell you about that," said Jack.

	He started bouncing up and down again.

	"Show time, my little man. Let's see what you can do," said Jack,
smiling down on Timmy.

	His pace quickened, and he encouraged Timmy to start working with
him, to develop a rhythm, by raising his hips to thrust as Jack came
down. Soon the two were slapping together and Timmy felt that familiar
feeling coming on.

	"When you feel like you're ready, wink at me," said Jack.

	"Why," Timmy asked.

	"Because if you cum in me, the camera can't see it. What we want is
a fountain down there. We want to see it coming out, landing all over
us. The juicier, the better. Now concentrate and get your rocks off, OK?"
said Jack.

	Timmy was more than up to the task. He pounded and slammed himself
into Jack until he felt like he could burst, then he looked up at Jack and
winked.

	Jack immediately pulled up and sat down beside Timmy, reaching for
his cock to start masturbating him, but before he could start, Timmy sent a
long, thin string of spunk out the tip of his cock and into the air,
landing on Jack's chest. He released another, and another, and continued
until he had shot, spurted or dribbled about 7 times, the cum puddling now
on his stomach.

	Jack still had his hand around the boy's cock, and he took it off,
putting the side of his index finger into his mouth. "Tasty," Jack
chuckled. He held his hand out to Timmy, who flicked his tongue across the
back of Jack's hand.

	"Not bad. I like Nathan's a little better, though. It's sweeter
than this."

	"You're right, it is, but yours isn't bad. That'll make it easier
when we shoot, 'cause nobody likes to take it if it tastes bad," said Jack.

	"Now it's your turn, Tim. Lube me up and let me give that sweet
little ass of yours a try."

	Timmy took the lotion and imitated what Jack had done, covering the
11-inch cock from head to base.

	"How do you want me to do this?" asked Timmy.

	"Well, let's start doggie-style. Then maybe we can flip you over
and I can fuck you on your back with your legs over my shoulder. What we'd
be looking for here is the best camera angles so the audience can see me
going in you. Now get up on your hands and knees."

	Timmy flipped over and raised his ass into the air, offering it to
Jack. "Like that?" he asked.

	"That's pretty good," Jack said. "You might want to put a pillow
under your head or your shoulders to take some of the weight off. I don't
want you mashing yourself into the bed too much when I get going."

	He grabbed a couple of pillows and tucked them under his chest, so
that his head touched the bed at his front hairline. He turned it to the
side slightly as he felt Jack start to insert himself.

	"If this hurts, let me know and I'll stop for a little bit until
you get used to it, but I have a feeling you'll take it like a champion,"
replied Jack, as he pushed the head onto Jack's puckered lips. "Now relax,
and if it gets uncomfortable, push like you were going to shit."

	The head of Jack's penis slipped into Timmy's hole and Jack slowly
pushed it forward, stopping every few seconds to give Timmy a chance to
adjust. Jack was watching the side of Timmy's face, looking for grimaces or
other signs of discomfort, but he didn't see any. He was right. The kid
could take it well.

	"I have about two-thirds of it in. How does it feel?"

	"BIG!" Timmy yelled.

	"Should I keep going?"

	"I'll tell you if you need to stop," said Timmy. "Just be slow and
I think I'll be all right."

	Jack eased the last few inches into Timmy's upturned butt and
finally his patch of fir was resting against Timmy's skin. "I'm in. Champ,
you took it all. How does it feel?" It had taken almost 10 minutes for Jack
to feed himself into Timmy.

	"Pretty good! I'm a little uncomfortable, but nothing I can't
stand. Stay there for a few minutes and let me get used to this," said
Timmy.

	"Take as long as you need. There's no rush getting you back to camp
this afternoon," said Jack.

	"Oh, God, what time is it anyway?" asked Timmy.

	"Almost noon. You slept a long time, buddy," answered Jack, keeping
himself buried deep in Timmy.

	"I hope I'm not missing anything."

	"This morning the guys were going to sleep in. This afternoon,
they're doing anal sex. Let's just think of this as a private lesson, OK?"
replied Jack. "We have all the time we need to do it right."

	After a couple of minutes, Jack feels Timmy's asshole start to
squeeze around him, and Timmy said, "I'm ready. Take it slow at first,
please."

	And so Jack does, pulling his cock out until just the head is
inside the boy, then slowly sinking in to the hilt, the first full cycle
taking about a minute. He did this for almost fifteen minutes, and then
began to increase the speed of his motions.

	Timmy starts to grunt as the pace quickens. "Hurt?" asked Jack.

	"Not enough to stop," answers Timmy. "Go a little faster. I think I
can take it."

	Jack picked up his speed now, sliding only three or four inches of
his massive cock as he fucked.

	"Keep going, keep going. That really feels GOOD now, Jack."

	Jack starts to fuck Timmy harder and harder. They'd been going at
it now for almost a half an hour.

	Jack said, "Are you ready for the big finish?"

	"Yes, but do me a favor. Cum inside of me as deep as you can push
in," begged Timmy.

	"Yea, we can go for a close up shot later," chuckled Jack as he
shifted to short, intense stokes, working him toward a climax.

	Jack made it last as long as he could, holding out for about 10
minutes as he continued to give pleasure to the boy while increasing his
own pleasure.

	"How you holding out, kid," asked Jack.

	"This feels so FUCKIN' GREAT, Jack! If you ripped me apart, I'd be
begging for more! I LOVE the way that big thing feels inside of me! Don't
stop. Please, don't stop."

	"I'm not going to until I'm done, and you have me so close right
now, it's taking everything I have to keep from cumming right now!"

	Another five minutes went by. Timmy couldn't see Jack's face, but
it was showing strain and concentration as the porn star fought to hold
back for as long as he could. Never in his entire career, on or off camera,
had he been taken to this level of lust. He wasn't going to stop. He wanted
to see how long he could hold back without stopping.

	His thrusts started to become erratic. He knew he couldn't hold on
much longer.

	"OH GOD! TIM, I CAN'T HOLD ON! ARE YOU READY?"

	"YES! I'VE BEEN WAITING, WANTING YOU! YOUR COCK IS AWESOME. LET ME
HAVE IT! LET ME HAVE IT NOW, JACK! I WANT IT NOW!" screamed Timmy into the
mattress, his hands balled into fists.

	Jack felt it coming on. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a
scream, he came.

"UUUHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSS! TAKE IT TIMMY, TAKE IT!"
screamed Jack as he shot his load into the young boy's waiting ass. "OH,
YES!" he cried with each spurt. "OH, YES! OH, YES! OH, YES! OH, YES!!!!"

	Timmy was grunting with every thrust, feeling great pleasure every
time the hard shaft penetrated to its deepest point, rubbing against
Timmy's prostate, and sending shivers through him. As Jack reaches his
climax, he drove himself in as deep as he could possibly get, and his first
ejaculation hit Timmy's prostate hard. Timmy spasmed and came all over the
sheets below him, without either of the boys touching Timmy's cock.

	Timmy saw stars, and passed out.


	(more to come)


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