Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 10:14:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kenneth Rodman <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Suck VII

			     CAMP S.U.C.K. VII

    "Ah, Jon, you came back in a hurry. I've got a mind blowing treat for
you. Come on back to my digs.", said Pete. He began by washing off both
their cocks with the iodine soap and followed with the sterilizing
wipes. He took a larger towel wrapped package off the shelf than the first
sound, opened the sterile pack and showed Jon his surprise. This sound was
double ended: each sound was about nine inches long and each was pointy on
the end as before, but the other end of each was welded to the center of a
square metal plate four inches square.  "So the beauty of this is that we
can sound together and when I lay the center plate on this vibrator, you'll
fly to the moon! You're dripping a little precum already, but I need a
little stroking to get juiced up. Don't touch my glans, that's sterile, but
a little 'nad massage and a little cock stroking and I'll be ready for the
playground."

    Jon did as requested and in only a half dozen strokes, a drop of clear
precum appeared on Pete's pissslit.  "OK Jon, come lie down and hold your
cock out straight in front of you, but don't let your cockhead touch
anything. Good, now I'm going to hold the plate and we'll both have our
dicks swallow our sounds. They each started their end of the contraption
into their cocks and as before, took in an inch of sound, withdrew a half
inch, advanced again an inch and soforth until their cockheads were
touching the plate. "Well, how's it feel? I like to push my dick against
the plate when you do the same. It's a wild sensation."  Then they began
moving their sounds in and out and stroking each other's cocks at the same
time.

    Jon: "Time out, I'm getting close and I don't want to cum yet." So they
lay quietly for a few minutes until Jon was ready for more. Then Pete
turned on the vibe and slipped it under the plate. "Yowee!", said Jon. Oh
man that't awesome!" They began sliding the sounds in and out with the
vibrator buzzing the sound in their urethras. "Oh,wow, I'm getting there
again."

    Pete: "Then pull out so only the tip of the sound is still in. It's not
good to cum with your dick plugged up. I'm not quite there yet."

    Jon did as he was told and let the vibrating sound inch him closer and
closer to his climax. "Oh, shit! That's such a tickle. I want to shoot but
I don't want it to stop!" But he felt the tension rising in his
prostate. Tighter and tighter until with a mighty contraction his cock
jumped off the sound and a squirt of clear precum shot out of his hugely
swollen cockhead. Untouched, his penis jumped and shot stream after stream
on hot jizz all over the bed and Pete's belly while he wailed in sweet
agony. Watching that did it for Pete. He yanked the vibrating sound out of
his penis and placed it under his 'gstring'. A gush of cum immediately
followed, and more squished out of his wildly jerking cock. Jon watched,
fascinated that any cock could shoot that much semen. Finally only a thin
stream of cum slowly oozed from Pete's glans and Jon licked it clean. Then
he licked a long string of cum off of Pete's leg. "I'm guessing I'll be a
very frequent
 patient. Your cum is delicious and that vibrating rod is pure magic!"

    Tim's note on the bulletin board read: "Little guy looking for a BIG
dick, preferably uncut", and the answer was: "See Jackson Jackson tent 2".
Tim was at tent # 2 before breakfast the next morning. He found Jackson, a
very tall black guy, showed him his note, and Jackson said: "Nice to meet
you, Tim. How about breakfast? I'm starved."

    Tim: "I suffer from nonstop curiosity so pardon me, but I've got a
couple of questions. I've seen you around camp, and you do stand out: not
too many black guys and you have to be the tallest one in camp. I've
noticed that you are always wearing a jockstrap and I've wondered why?"

    "Um, well, I'm pretty well hung and walking my penis slaps against my
leg and it gets uncomfortable. Running bareass is out of the question. The
next question you're going to ask is whether I play basketball. the answer
is I don't play any contact sports. I'm a pretty good pianist, I appeared
in Carnegie Hall last year, and I have to protect my hands."

    Tim laughed and said, "No, that was my third question. The second was,
why the double Jackson?

    "Some of my ancestors were slaves working for Andrew Jackson, 'Old
Hickory', they were house slaves, trusted, given a rudimentary education,
very rare in those days, freedom to move about the plantation or even go
into town. Those ancestors loved the man and left a diary I plan to publish
one day. So the family name is Jackson and my father, being somethin' of a
wiseass, thought it was a pretty good first name too. Nickname is
Doublejack. My turn for a question: you are a cute guy, you look like a
coverboy for a Boy Scout magazine, so why are you looking for a cock? I'd
think guys would be running after you.'

    Tim: "Oh, I've had some action, but it's pretty much little guys with
little cocks and I want to play with a big one!" and

    They finished breakfast, found a hideyhole in the woods, and Jackson
pulled down his jock. Tim's jaw dropped open. He was looking at a semisoft
dick hanging halfway down to Jackson's knee. Like its support system it was
long and lean. It looked even longer because of the forskin which enveloped
his glans. Tim dropped to his knees as though he was at the altar of the
gods, and fondled his balls. They hung low in a well filled
ballsac. Jackson's cock slowly began to lengthen, he lifted it and begain
to suck. Even tilting his head back, he could only get about half the organ
in his mouth.

    Tim pulled off the chocolate treat when it was fully hard to look and
smack his lips. The foreskin was now fully retracted and he was looking at
thirteen inches of pure beauty. "Gee," said Tim, you taste different. I
guess that's the flavor of uncut dick, and I like it. I like it a lot", and
he went back to work caressing those big 'nads and hungrily sucking.

    All too soon, Jackson announced he was about to shoot so Tim pulled his
head back to watch the show and gently, lovingly stroked that huge
penis. "Here I come, ready or not!", said Jackson, and he fired a stream of
clear precum at Tim's waiting face. Then the cum began to fly as Jackson
cried, "Oh God! Oh Goood! Oh, Oh, O, O, o, o, Ahhhhhhhh! Shit! What a lousy
blowjob!" And they both broke up laughing. Tim's face, neck and chest were
coated in dripping jizz. He wiped himself off with his hand, got a couple
of Kleenex out of his fannypack and got most of it off. Jackson: "That
really was great. I'm indebted to you. And your chicken is dripping a
lot. Could I lick it clean? He didn't wait for an answer, he knew sure as
hell what it would be, and began to give Tim's aching penis an tongue
bath. He was good, really good and he knew how to tease. Around the corona,
under the cockhead to the 'gstring', teasing the pissslit, the underside of
his
 tongue back and forth over the top of Tim's glans, then up and down on the
shaft.Tim managed to last awhile before he began a long low moaning and
Jackson, having lubed his finger in anticipation, slid it up Tim's ass. In
less than a minute he felt Tim's prostate swell and harden and gushes of
hot boycum flooded his throat. He managed to swallow the lot, but he was
surprised at the volume of cum he had to deal with.

    Jackson: "I'm sorry I came so fast Tim, but I haven't had much sex and
I'm pretty horny. The girls take a look at 'Old Hickory' down there and
they run like hell. Not many blacks in camp and the white guys aren't very
interested in African Americans."

    "Your problem is keeping Old Hickory under wraps. Try taking off your
jock and leaning against the flagpole in front of the Dining Hall. I'll bet
you get swamped with requests!", said Tim.

    "You might be right. I was in the shower three days ago and a really
cute tranny, name was Bonnie or Bobby or something, came in. She was on her
knees in thirty seconds. Man, could she suck a cock! AndI paid her back in
kind.", said Jackson.

    Jon finally caught up with her at the Bulletin Board the next day. He
gave her a very tight hug and a long wet kiss. "Boy have I missed you!", he
said.

    Bonnie: "Me too. It's been, what, five days? Have you been a good boy?"

    "What's that old song? 'I'm always true to you Darling in my fashion,
I'm always true to you Darling in my way'.

			      TO BE CONTINUED