From: an179397@anon.penet.fi (Stroker Al)
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Date: Thu, 2 May 1996 06:04:18 UTC
Subject: Friday 13" #1 PHOTO FINISH 1/2 (M/mmmmmteens jo, M/F sex, M/M, voyeurism & jo, blackmail, humiliation)
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES..
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is the first in a series of stories dealing mainly with male
to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex
and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well.
This installment, "Photo Finish" (#1) is like a pilot episode which sets
up the context for the remainder of the series. Observant readers will
notice that although the story is set in a summer camp, no character
identified in the story as being under the age of eighteen. This is for
my "convenience," not for realism. Readers are encouraged to suspend
disbelief in order to enjoy the story. Subsequent installments will deal
mainly with camp counselors whose ages will rarely be specified, but like
most real life camp counselors, can be assumed to be in their twenties.
Friday 13" Introduction: "Photo Finish"
Scene: Camp Christopher, a summer camp for boys on Lake Christopher in
Northern Minnesota. It is an old camp converted from a former World War
II Army training camp in the north woods. It is in a beautiful. secluded
location, and has served as an untroubled place for parents to send kids
for a week throughout four decades of summers. However, in the early
80's incidents involving the sexual behaviors of one boy camper resulted
in the end of the camps' coed status. At the time of our story, the
present day, girls who might otherwise attend Camp Christopher go instead
to camp Radclyffe, 50 miles away. Though the change has not rid the
camp of sexual mischief, it has changed the nature of the activity, as
we shall see.
As our story opens, it is night time, early in the week in the
middle of the Summer.
Jim Strait was awakened in the darkness of Bright Angel cabin at
Camp Christopher by a series of sounds he couldn't identify. As he
squinted and listened more carefully, he could distinguish the soft,
muffled giggling of one or two of the five boys in his cabin group, but
not the wet, rhythmic smacking sound that seemed to come from several
directions at once. Gradually it dawned on him that every one of the boys
he was counseling that week was producing the sound from their bunks.
Once he realized what they were doing he sat up in bed and shouted out
into the room.
"All right you little perverts, quit -- doing that in the cabin!
" he barked in a voice hoarse with sleepiness. "You're free to play with
yourselves all you want back home, but that stuff is absolutely against
the rules here, so knock it off!"
The boys were initially startled at the sound of his voice, but
now they were groaning and laughing.
"You're makin' that up," he heard a voice say from the upper bunk
to his right, which he recognized as belonging to Mickey, who at "18"
was the mouthiest of the bunch. "I wanna see in the rule book where it
says that we can't beat off in our own bunks."
"It's not spelled out like that," Jim grumbled.
"Yeah, dummy!" cried blonde bespectacled Tom from the bunk below
Mickey. "They'd never say 'beat off' in the camp rules. It probably says
'no masturbating'!"
Laughs of derision rang through the cabin from the other 3 boys
in their bunks, who were all age "18", like Tom, but with senses of humor
that were even less subtle. Mickey just grunted disdainfully.
"No, no, it says we can't spank our bones! " laughed Eddy, the
red-haired crewcut sports freak, making little slapping sound effects in
the darkness with the palm of his hand against what was surely a flopping
adolescent dick.
"Or turn Japanese!" piped in Chad, the giggler among them.
"Hey Jim, does it say we can stroke our meat? Choke our
chicken?" deadpanned Mark, the most physically and emotionally mature of
the boys, though nearly the youngest. Jim was disappointed to hear his
ordinarily reasonable voice chime in with the others.
"It doesn't say any of those things, guys," Jim sighed. "It
says I'm your counselor this week and that I have the authority to
enforce respectful and decent behavior from all of you while you're under
my supervision."
"Hey, I respect every dude's right to jerk off whenever he feels
like it, " sneered Mickey. "And if you don't think tossin' off a load
feels decent then you've obviously never done it before!'"
"I'm not talking about how it feels, Mick, " Jim snapped back.
"I'm talking about being respectful to others."
"What's indecent about masturbation, Jim?" asked Mark.
As Jim hesitated to come up with an answer, Mickey butted in.
"Nothing, man. They're our dicks and we can do whatever we want with
them. Besides the fuckin' lights are off, man, so what is the problem?"
Jim leapt out of bed and tugged the string overhead in the center
of the cabin, which illuminated the room with a single incandescent bulb.
There were rustling noises of sleeping bags and blankets as the boys
hurriedly covered themselves, except for Mark who casually tucked his
penis back into the fly of his comfortably loose blue silk boxer shorts,
crossed his arms over his athletic chest and continued to lay on his bed
with one knee drawn up.
The boys all looked at Jim as he stood in the center of the room
in the blue T-shirt and black nylon running shorts that he always slept
in "Well the lights are on now, and I'll tell you what the problem is.
"The problem is that as long as you're bothering even one person in here
by doing it -- especially if it that person is me -- then it's
disrespectful and I won't allow it." He looked around at them all, but
only Mark would meet his gaze directly.
"And Mark, I'm not saying that masturbation in itself is
necessarily indecent. But it's a juvenile sexual substitute that real
men have no need for. The sooner you stop playing with yourselves and
get into adult relationships with women, the better. But in any case,
masturbation should be a private, personal thing, not a public activity,
and definitely not done at this camp."
"Why not?" asked Mark, with the defiance of someone who had
obviously debated the issue at least once before. . "We all do it. Why
should it bother any of us if they guy in the next bed is jerking off
too? And what's so sacred about this camp that we should torture
ourselves by not tossing our loads for a whole week?"
Jim laughed to himself when confronted with these pains of
teenage horniness. At age 21, with a steady girlfriend whose college
town was only two hours away from his own, he couldn't even remember the
last time he had had to resort to masturbation to take care of his sexual
needs. Even before becoming involved with his high school sweetheart,
Beth, however, he had almost never masturbated, because it made him feel
lonely and perverted. The accepting, unstigmatized attitudes of these
boys about masturbation surprised him, because despite mountains of
evidence to the contrary, as a teenager he had never been convinced that
most other boys--quite normal ones--actually did that to themselves on a
regular basis. And once he and Beth had fallen into a regular pattern of
sleeping together during their college visits every other week, he had
completely abandoned the practice as unnecessary. Sex for him became
Beth, and the denial of his impulses throughout the remainder of each two
weeks was rewarded by the intensity of his sexual release in their
coupling. It didn't seem to occur to him that his control and
consistency might be as unusual among men his age as his abstinence from
masturbation had been during his teen years.
And tonight, tired and cranky but aware that he was treading on
shaky ground, Jim skirted a direct answer to Mark's question by resorting
to a cautionary tale from the many legends of camp Christopher. As full
of veiled threats and warnings as any ghost story, Jim hoped it might
make masturbation less desirable to them -- at least until the week was
over and they were off his hands.
"This camp isn't sacred, Mark, " he began. "In fact it has quite
a sordid history. Perhaps some of you have heard about Friday 13" ?
"You mean Jason, the goon in the slasher movies?" cried Chad. "Of
course! Who hasn't?"
"No, not him. I'm talking about a real boy who came to this camp
for a week one summer just like you guys, only about ten years ago. His
name wasn't really Friday but the other kids nick-named him that because
of the character in those movies --which he loved, by the way. He had
seen them all and had even brought a hockey mask with him to camp."
"Where does the "13" come in?" interrupted Tom. "Was that his age
of something?"
Jim frowned and hesitated. "No, actually he was "18", like you
guys. The thirteen just meant ... uh, that he was bad luck for everybody
else."
Mickey sniffed. "Huh. I though you were gonna say he had a 13" dick."
The others burst out laughing and missed the startled look on
Jim's face. "Don't be ridiculous. Now listen. At that time girls came
to this camp also, and this Friday was constantly bothering them. At
first he'd just try to scare them with his mask at their cabin window or
something, but soon he was caught spying on them while they were
dressing, and when the girls and their counselor rushed outside to send
him away, They found him outside masturbating and he wouldn't even stop
until his counselor was called out to come get him. His punishment was
having to stay inside the cabin alone for a whole day. And when his
counselor and cabin mates returned that evening, they found him
masturbating again, and soon discovered that he'd already ejaculated
several times all over their beds and clothes and things."
"Gross! What a moron!" laughed Eddy. "Didn't he have any Kleenex
or something?"
"His parents were called that night to come get him, but for some reason
no one was able to come until the weekend, so Friday had to be watched
all day at the nurse's cabin and had to sleep there at night in a locked
room. He was allowed to attend a few camp activities when he promised
not to act up, but was quickly removed from sight when he exposed himself
again in the dining hall.
Later in the week he showed up at a nighttime campfire
masturbating again. He had drugged the nurse and escaped. The final two
nights he was guarded by one of the larger counselors but had somehow
outwitted him and escaped to the final campfire, where he emerged from
the woods masturbating and, in front of the whole camp, ejaculated into
the campfire. But some say he must have gotten too close and scorched
himself because he suddenly ran off screaming into the woods clutching
his penis with both hands. Others, like me, believe that his mind just
snapped after all that public self-degrading behavior. Half a camp full
of pretty girls, any of whom he might have been able to start a romance
with, and instead he alienates them all with his obscene self
indulgence. It was a shame, and not just for him, but because he ruined
it for everybody by triggering the decision by the administrators to
place boys and girls at different camp sites 50 miles apart from then on.
Mark, Mickey and Eddy were rolling their eyes and sniffing
incredulously at the entire tale, but Chad and Tom were wide eyed and
captivated. "What happened to him?" Chad asked.
" He was never seen again, and his parents never showed up the
next day, so people figured they must have arrived that night and somehow
found him and taken him away. But others say they just abandoned him out
of shame and that he's still out there in the woods, completely insane
from his constant masturbating."
The bigger boys burst out laughing. "Yeah, and he's blind too,
and has hair all over his palms," sneered Mark.
Jim ignored the comment. "But in the years since, there have been
sightings of Friday 13. Every time he appears its been when some kid has
been jacking off..."
"Oh come on! What a bullshit story!" cried Mickey.
"And the moral is make sure you don't burn your weenie over the
campfire!" laughed Eddy.
"The moral is that we can't afford to let behavior like that
disrupt the running of this camp. Now I'm telling you no more "jerking
off" or whatever the hell else you want to call it, 'cause If I catch any
of you doing it again I'll put you on K.P. for the rest of the week. Now
go to sleep, or we'll get up too late and have to cancel photo developing
tomorrow!"
Jim was irritable with the boys all next morning, and although
none of them connected his temper with the events of the night before,
all of the boys noticed it and grumbled to each other about it. During
the boys hour of free time after lunch, while Jim was in the counselor's
lounge having a cigarette with Greg and some of the others, the boys
returned to the cabin in defiance of their usual habit of going down to
the beach or sneaking to Wally's tap to buy their own cigarettes.
They were looking forward to the afternoon's photo development
lesson, and started examining Jim's camera, which they easily found where
he had hidden it from them earlier. Soon they had started shooting
pictures of each other making grotesque faces, flipping the bird and
other obscene gestures. In one shot, Eddy turned around and mooned the
camera, provoking howls of laughter from the others.
"Hey, let's get his tripod out and get a group shot of us mooning
him!" cried Mickey.
Both Mark and Tom at first refused to join in, criticizing the
prank as infantile. But they stayed and watched as the other three set
the camera up and positioned themselves bare-assed and bent over in front
of it. The site of his often combative and obnoxious cabin mates being
so silly together made Tom feel suddenly good but a little left out.
"Move over, I wanna be in it too."
Mark chuckled as Tom added his skinny ass to the row of naked
butts in the picture range. "Wait a second, I don't think you're all
gonna fit into the frame, " he said, peering through the viewfinder.
"The two shorter guys need to get up on chairs or something. Here, lets
move the whole thing closer to his bed over there and Tom and Chad can
stand on it behind Mick and Eddy."
The others followed his directions good naturedly, one of them
slapping or pinching one another's ass occasionally in the process.
"A pyramidal composition would be even better, though," said
Mark, mimicking the tone of Jim's photography instructions on previous
days. Looking through the lens again. "Eddy, you and Mick are too close
together, move apart some. More. Yeah, that's it "
He hesitated with his finger on the shutter button, and then
grinned to himself.
"What the Hell!" Mark muttered, and flipped the ten second timer
switch. Then he strode over to the group arranged on and in front of the
bed and elbowed his way between Mick and Eddy. Then he unzipped his own
jeans, whipped them down with his shorts and stuck his own bare ass out
at the camera.
"All right Mark, you big shy stud!" laughed Eddy. The others
cheered.
"Now everyone 'wink' at the camera," said Mark, as the flash lit
up the room and the mechanical whine of the automatic shutter and advance
was heard.
They all laughed as they broke formation and looked at each
other's faces, which were uniformly red from a combination of blood rush
from bending over and mild embarrassment and the easily triggered sexual
excitement of boys their age. They were trying NOT to stare at each
other's crotches in their varying states of exposure, so they could
conceal their curiosity about each other's sexual development. But the
obvious fact was that all five of them had gotten at least partial
hard-ons during the mooning.
Somehow it felt entirely different to be standing there like that
together in the daylight than it had jerking off under their own covers
in the dark, but only the nervous Chad was unable to bear the
realization in silence. Instead he tried to call attention away from his
own arousal.
"Jeez, Mickey you're throwing a rod." he blurted out. The others
instinctively turned and stared at the tented front of Mickey's white
jockey briefs, which by contrast were still rolled down in behind
underneath. "At least I have a dick, you little pussy wipe." Mickey shot
back. "What's that little lump ya got in your underpants, a clit?"
"Fuck you," replied Chad, as the others turned now to stare at
his crotch. "Look, my dick's almost as big as yours and I'm only "18"."
He pulled down his red briefs to show the others his now nearly erect
cock, which indeed was not much smaller than Mickey's but practically
absent of pubic hair.
"Yeah, Mick, lay off of him, " said Eddy, who like the remaining
two had his boxer shorts pulled down around his thighs and now sported a
pink, compact, but unconcealable erection. Eddy defended Chad mostly
because of the immaturity of his own boner and the spareness of his
whispy red pubes. "Besides, Mark's hose is way bigger than yours and he's
a year younger than you!"
Finally they all had an excuse to stare at Mark's erection, which
at about 9" dwarfed each of their own Mark's face turned a deeper shade
of red, but his voice remained even. "The size of your dick doesn't mean
anything," he said. "All that matters is that it works."
As sincere as he was trying to be, Mark couldn't help but flaunt
his endowment by giving his long, fat pole a slow stroke immediately
following his words.
"Yeah, well does everybody here's dick work okay?" asked Mick.
"Cause if they do, I got an idea for a surprise for old Jimbo."
The others just looked at him and waited as they absently played
with their erections to maintain them.
"Let's make it look like ol' Friday 13 was here!"
When Jim returned to the cabin for 2 p.m. regrouping, the boys
were lounging about outside in front as usual.
"Okay, guys are you all ready to learn photo developing ?"
The other boys all looked to Mark, who spoke first.
"Yeah Jim, we're ready. But we saw something strange when we got
back here to the cabin a little while ago."
"Oh? Such as?"
"Some guy was coming out the door right when we got to the clearing.
He had some kind of mask on, and he ran into the woods as soon as he saw us."
"Oh come on Mark, do you expect me to believe that? Even I didn't
expect you guys to take that stupid story seriously. I just need you
guys to stop..."
"It's true! We all saw him!" said Eddy.
"How convenient that this guy matching the description of Friday
13" shows up the next day after I tell you about him," Jim huffed.
"Maybe he overheard you talking about him," Chad said.
Jim's laugh sounded odd. "Sure, now stop pulling my leg and let's
get going."
"We're not saying it's this Friday guy, but we really did see
someone run from the cabin into the woods wearing a mask, " Mickey said.
"Well maybe we'll get another look at him on the way to the
darkroom," Jim said as he walked up the steps into the cabin. The boys
didn't follow him, which made him wary. He looked around the room but
couldn't see anything unusual. As he began to gather his camera and
other equipment, he noticed a sweet, thick smell that grew stronger as he
approached his bed. In a flash, the smell took him back to a memory of
some teenaged night spent in his locked bedroom hunched under a bedspread
tent with his fist around his warm, slender erection. It was the aroma
of teenboy jizm.
Then he noticed the glistening splotches of thick, creamy semen
all over the outside of his sleeping bag. He opened his mouth to shout
but stopped himself.
There was more come on the bag then he had ever seen at one time
before. Obviously all five horny young teenage brats had shot their
sticky wads of dick cream all over his bed to show him what they thought
of his scare tactics. But had they taken turns? Had they done it all
together with their dicks poised over the sleeping bag? Had they jacked
one another's dicks to speed up the process? Imagining the possible
scenarios of this spunky violation of his property made blood course
through all of his veins and throb in his temples. Half of it was from
rage and revulsion, but the other half -- the half that stopped him from
yelling at the boys right then -- was from the strongest and quickest
sexual arousal he had felt in several years.
He knew he'd have to wait at least until the whopping erection
poking down the leg of his Khaki shorts subsided before he could confront
the boys. For now, he would pretend not to have noticed the fruits of
their labor. His dick remained stubbornly stiff for quite a while, so he
had to stall by packing up the gear very slowly. He tried to keep his
mind off of the jizz and the boys, but couldn't block out a sense of envy
and isolation from such a camaraderie that allowed five such different
boys to freely jack off in each other's presence --and in broad
daylight-- a camaraderie unlike any that he had ever experienced in his
life. As he joined the boys outside a fleeting impression of himself as
an extreme opposite of Friday flashed through his brain. Was he actually
isolated from other males in his refusal to give himself sexual pleasure?
Nevertheless he got mild satisfaction out of the boys dawning
disappointment in his failing to discover -- or acknowledge the discovery
of -- their little revenge upon his bed. Friday's "calling card" had
gotten no response.
After a few minutes of walking ,the men of Bright Angel cabin
arrived at the arts and crafts building which was a former boathouse that
extended from the lake shore out onto the water, supported on wooden
pylons among the reeds and lily pads. Half of the building had been
sectioned off that summer exclusively for the instruction of photographic
development and printing, after Jim and two other counseling staff had
offered teach these skills to interested campers. The boys of Bright
Angel had been placed with Jim, in fact, because they all had expressed a
special interest in photography.
On this third day of instruction, Jim was going to demonstrate
both black and white film developing and the basics of processing
prints. Because none of the boys claimed to have yet finished a taking a
single roll of photographs with their own cameras he had no choice but to
finish off a roll of his own. After taking two quick group shots of his
uncannily innocent looking bunch huddled in the doorway of the building,
he was surprised to discover that he'd completed a roll of 36 exposures.
He'd only loaded it the other day, and didn't recall taking that many
shots in the intervening time. Still, he didn't really become suspicious
that anything fishy was going on until, while hanging up the strip of
film in the makeshift drying cabinet, he noticed the conspicuous silence
of the ordinarily raucous boys around him. He looked at them
questioningly, but could determine nothing from their decidedly poker
faces, so he proceeded with a rehash of his lecture about how it was
better for beginners to take lots of pictures and just be selective about
which ones to print, rather than trying to be too selective while
composing in the camera.
Finally, after a quick demonstration of matte board cutting and
dry photo mounting using an ordinary household iron, he retrieved the
dried strip of film from the cabinet and hung it up in the center of the
room. As he began to explain the proper way to cut the negatives into
strips, he noticed that the silence had fallen over the boys again. This
time it was obvious that it had something to do with the film.
"All right guys. Have you been screwing around with my camera
again?" he grimaced. The boys smirked, but didn't answer.
"Well lets see what brilliant works of art we'll be stuck working
with the rest of the afternoon," he sighed, cutting the negatives into
smaller strips of six exposures and laying them out on the miniature
light table on the work counter.
When the negatives were all laid out and the illumination from
below switched on, he examined them one by one. In between a dozen
nature shots from their last hike and the group shots he'd just taken,
Jim snorted in disapproval at the progression of blurred boys faces and
obscene gestures, but fell silent when he reached the crystal clear
steady shots of his five boys' bare asses mooning the camera individually
and collectively. Then came the photos of them masturbating, including
solo close ups of the bigger boys and several group shots, culminating in
an astounding circle jerk over his bunk and an incredibly messy mid-air
cum shot of Mark.
"Well boys you've finally outdone yourselves, " he said finally,
trying to control his agitation. "This is the most degrading, decadent
display of immaturity I've ever seen in my life. Obviously nothing I've
said has had any influence on your willingness to control your libidos,
so I'm not going to waste any more time on it. We'll see how cute your
little jackoff party shots look when they're blown up to an eight by ten
format."
The boys laughed.
"Maybe your parents would enjoy a copy of each, do you think?" he
snarled, angered at their total lack of remorse. "Okay boys, if this is
the way you want it, lets get to work. Mark, you'll work on exposure 28,
Mickey on 26." He handed the boys the strip that contained the solo
shots of them masturbating. "Here, you boys don't seem to mind sharing
things so you can take turns." Then Jim proceeded to assign the other
four most explicit shots to the other boys and handed the negatives to
them.
With deep sarcasm that eventually mellowed to grumbling, Jim took
the boys through the various steps of using photo enlarges , making test
strips of prints and cropping images, all using only the negatives he had
assigned. By the end of the afternoon the photo dryer was full of grainy
black and white images of the boys exposing their dicks and asses.
The boys had maintained good humor up until the end of the
session, when the fate of the photographs and negatives remained at
question. Once satisfied that he made them at least momentarily
uncomfortable about their prank, Jim collected the negative strips and
threw them into the waste pail in the corner. Following them were all of
the prints and test strips, after which Jim tied up the garbage liner and
removed it, assuring the boys that their parents would never know about
any of this if they behaved for the rest of the week and produced
presentable portfolios, that he would discretely bury the bag containing
the images at the bottom of the camp trash hopper.
That evening, still steamed and nervous about the events of the
day, Jim took off the hour of the campfire to be alone back at the
cabin. He was just going to rest, but mulling over what the boys had
done, found himself sitting up in bed. Spread out in front of him were
six photo prints that he had rescued from the bag before disposing of it,
without knowing exactly why. There was the group shot of the boys
mooning, the solo shots of Mark and Mickey, two of the circle jerking and
one of the final group cum shot.
At first he had thought in terms of needing evidence to document
what they'd done in case something went wrong later on and he was
blamed. But now as the heat of his arousal began to burn in his groin
and temples, he realized that he needed them to release the amazing,
unthinkable sexual tension that the incidents had triggered in him. Jim
had built up a burning load in his nuts as potent as any in his life, and
there was no Beth around to take care of it for him.
Jim was afraid that somehow his unspeakable desire to share in
his boys' degradation of themselves that morning would somehow slip out
inappropriately if he didn't first actively express it alone in some
harmless way. The least harmless way he could think of was to fantasize
with the aid of the photographs that he had actually been there and
participated with them at the time. He had studied positive imaging in
Psychology classes and knew the power of this kind of concentrated
effort. He removed the mirror from the wall, placed it on his pillow,
leaning against the headboard, and then knelt on the bed looking down at
the pictures. The curtains were drawn, and everyone else was at the
campfire, so he began the exorcism of his boy lust believing he was alone.
Twenty minutes later he lay there in the dark spread eagled on
his bed, spent and gasping from the most powerful orgasm he could
remember having. The intensity confused and disturbed him as he lay
there with his still spasming, semen-sloshed dick encircled in one fist.
Every second breath that heaved in his belly brought another glob of
creamy white after-shoot to the tip of his counselor prick, pushing the
previous serving of Jimmycome down the pecker trail that flowed across
his thumb and wrist.
Dutifully, in his post orgasmic guilt, he tried to picture Beth
as she would look lying naked in his bed, but the dancing images that had
burnt through his head for the last half hour encroached again and he
lost the image of his girlfriend behind a screen of frenzied appendages
on the bodies of his five cabin boys who had surrounded the bed and
begun to ejaculate all over her.
Jim gasped suddenly when he felt a large wad of hot semen splash
across his belly just below his navel. Strange how this dick of his was
behaving under these unusual circumstances. The flow of his cum had
gotten so slow just before this apparent surge that if he hadn't been
absolutely sure he was alone, he could have sworn that someone else had
just jizzed on him.
But he was becoming someone else in a way, wasn't he? He dipped
a finger into the warm splatter that had soaked the tuft of brown hair
that marked the beginning of the bush trail from his navel to his
dick--the soft hair that marked the lowest point on Jim's body that Beth
had ever kissed.
He laughed to himself as he stuck the spermy finger into his
mouth, knowing that Beth would never have kissed his treasure trail in
its present hosed-down condition. But here was her loyal, good boyfriend
unfaithfully licking up the spunky dessert from his first session of sex
without her since they'd met. And he was loving it --the taste, the
smell the feel of liberation that resided in a fingerful of bittersweet
semen that had spurted from the dick of that new man.
PHOTO FINISH PART 2 of 2:
"Okay, boys, it's portfolio time," Jim announced the next
afternoon, coming into the work area where the boys were doing last
minute dry mounting of photographs on matte board. He had allowed all
the extra time that was allotted to them and still they were barely
finishing. Why was this group so slow? Had all that jacking off made
their brains slow?
"Who's going to offer their work up for the first critique?"
asked Jim.
All five boys raised their hands, looked at each other and then
began to bicker in conspiratorial whispers.
"We don't have all afternoon, so If you boys can't decide, I'll
pick one of you," Jim threatened.
"Tom! Tom will go first!" cried Mark, waving aside the others
with silencing gestures. Tom smirked and carried his stack of four
matted compositions to the designated "front" of their cabin critique
hall, where he displayed them in a series along the table against the wall.
"Okay," began Jim after only a cursory glance at the rather
static, centrally composed quartet of rear views of some ridiculously coy
male figure looking over his shoulder towards the camera, which gave him
a curious sensation of deja vu. "Does anyone have any immediate
reactions they'd like to share?"
"Well," deadpanned Mark, "I think Tom has let the camera and the
model do all his work for him. He hasn't even begun to manipulate the
images.
"Yeah, it looks like the model has more interesting things on his
mind than Tom," said Eddy.
"I Agree. By the way, who is he Tom?" said Mickey. "He looks
familiar except for the big white ass. I'm sure I've never seen it before."
"Holy fucking.....Shit!" cried Jim when he finally recognized at
the same moment that the bulbous pale shapes that increased in prominence
with each frame were the gradually exposed cheeks of a man's butt, and
that the man they belonged to, grinning stupidly over his shoulder, was
himself.
In remarkably grainy black and white, obviously printed from low
light film, 1200 at least, Jim saw himself in the moment between
unbucking his belt and unzipping his fly, just as he had watched himself
do in that mirror while kneeling on his bed.
In the next photo he had slid the seat of his Khaki's down past
the twin mounds of his white-cotton clad butt cheeks. He was turning
coyly to check the view over his shoulder, and appeared satisfied.
"I like the nice range of blacks and whites here," said Mark
pointing at this second image. And the crisp detail in spite of the
graininess -- just look how you can see the weave of your Jockeys, Jim."
Jim scratched his head and blinked, still speechless. How? Why?
He was thinking to himself.
The third shot had been taken just after Jim had hooked his
thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and peeled them slowly down so
he could watch the crack of his own ass appear in the mirror.
Ironically it had been the first time in his life he had ever attempted
to get a clear view of his own asshole, and now he was in a room full of
boys looking at his entire bare ass immortalized on an 8 by 10 photo
emulsion.
"Fascinating forms, here, Tom," sniggered Eddy
Perversely, it struck him as an appealing image. The butt that
he had always indifferently buried in baggy nylon running shorts or sweat
pants turned out to have a pretty good shape, which came across even
better in this photograph than it had in the mirror.
True, it was pale, but he had noticed the white butts of other
guys transformed by a week or two in the sun wearing a pair of Speedos.
The resulting tan lines would set off its milky whiteness to a better
advantage. And though the hairiness of his ass crack seemed accented on
film, he mused that there were ways to take care of that too if he chose.
"This is my favorite," said Mickey, indicating the last print. "
How did you ever get the model to behave so enthusiastically?"
The photo showed Jim on his hands and knees, thrusting his naked
ass up and outward to the left of the camera. His balls hung there as
clearly visible as the furry ass pucker above them. Tom had fortunately
selected a shot with his face turned back over his shoulder to observe
his self-mooning in the mirror, instead of gazing at the photos of the
boys spread out in front of him. That one had been taken just after
he'd knelt upward again and shoved his pants and briefs down sharply to
snap his erection free from them. He'd handled his hard schlong
curiously, he remembered, as if he'd never touched it before. Having
never measured it, he had guessed it to be about 8 inches, and judging
from the photograph of a shyly proud Mark shooting flying white jizz out
of a huge erection that he gripped with both hands, that the boy was at
least an inch better endowed than himself. Jim was strangely relieved
that whatever else the camera had exposed about his hidden desires, it
hadn't revealed his embarrassment about being out-dicked by a(n)
"18"-year old.
The critique progressed on to the work of the other four boys.
It became clear from the camera's static point of view that only one
person had taken all of the photographs, and that the boys had merely
shared the images to print and present to him, to teach the teacher a
lesson he'd never forget. He burned with anger and curiosity to know
which of them had violated his privacy, but he was not in a position to
demand anything from them. He waited as silently as he could until they
were through with their fun.
Eddy's prints showed Jim stripping the rest of the way and
starting to play with his dick. Jim was reminded of how in his
excitement he had gotten off the bed with his pants around his ankles,
deshirted and started jacking off madly over his sleeping bag,
alternating between looking at the mirror and at the photographs of his
boys, whom he'd pretended were jacking off along with him right then.
In Mark's prints Jim was back kneeling on the bed staring at the
clearly identifiable photos of the boys and jacking off his hard on. As
he'd pumped away at his dick, and the hot lava that stirred in his nuts
had begun to threaten eruption, he had laughed to himself about what a
fucking hypocrite he had been. He was beating his damned meat! And
loving it! He wasn't making love to his girlfriend in the missionary
position, but recklessly wasting his manseed on himself for his own
pleasure! He was whacking off, yeah, spankin' the bone. And damn, he was
lovin' it, lovin' jerkin' on his fuck pole and looking at other guys
doing it.
The boys made facetious criticisms of the photo compositions and
made sarcastic quotations from Jim's self-righteous lecture to them about
masturbation and compared his sexual enthusiasm to that of Friday in the
story he had told them.
In one sublime shot Jim was pumping spurts of semen out of his
own
dick with one hand and holding up in the other the photo of Mark pumping
his jizz over Jim's sleeping bag. Jim remembered the precise moment.
Yeah, he'd thought to himself, now he was coming. Oh man, and
wow, big ropes of fucking Jimmy jizz had come spurting out of his
pisshole on the end of his swollen hooded red mushroom shaped dickhead
and splashed all over his bed and even onto the photos! Big cloudy white
drops splattered the pink little butt of Eddy, while a wet spermy string
had connected Mark's firmly parted thighs. Jim was glad that Mark's print
didn't show this. But what Jim never found out was that all the boys had
seen the negatives from the dozens of shots that had been taken of the
gaping, spasming counselor licking his own spermy cum off of the
photographs and sleeping bag.
"Hey, I think this model's queer," cried Mickey. "Where the hell
did you find him, in some orphanage for perverted boys? He looks pretty
hot for you, at least, huh, Mark?"
Mark laughed, and Jim blushed almost to the point of tears
"Define queer, Mick. Does it include guys who jack off together on their
counselor's sleeping bag?"
"Hey, everybody jacks off, but at least we never lied about it.
And at least we did it together in real life, not with some fuckin'
pictures like a porno pervert," snapped Mickey.
"Now don't be too hard on Jimbo, here. He was just doing his
job. If he'd have jacked off with us he could have been fired for being
a lousy role model, right Jim?"
Jim just hung his head silently.
"And he never meant for us to know about his jacking off, any
more than we meant to invade his privacy. " continued Mark. "None of us
really cares what he does on his own time, do we?"
Jim looked up, his eyes wide. "You never meant... you don't care
what I do....so what the fuck is THIS all about?" he stammered angrily.
"Mick, show him your stuff," Mark said.
Mickey put his photos on the table and the others stood back.
Jim looked uncomprehendingly at four flash photographs of a man wearing a
hockey mask outside the back wall of the cabin. The background details
of each photo were identical, which made it clear that they'd been taken
on a tripod, probably automatically with a foot pedal cable release.
"That's not me," muttered Jim. "Who the hell is that?"
"Figure it out, counselor," replied Mark.
In the first shot the man was bent over towards the cabin wall
with his face pressed against a hand held camera. His plaid flannel shirt
was open and he was groping the front of his own jeans with his free
hand. The camera was obviously placed against a knothole in the cabin
wall, and Jim realized quickly that he was looking at the person who had
taken the photographs while he was jacking off inside.
From his build the man looked older than Jim, possibly late
twenties or early thirties, but with the mask on it was hard to tell. But
why would an older man play a prank like this and pretend to be Friday?
It didn't make sense.
The next shot made his jaw drop to the floor. The man had turned
to the tripod camera and unzipped his fly and was exposing his erect
dick. It was huge! It had to be at least a foot long, and there was some
kind of mark or tattoo on the head that he couldn't quite make out.!
Suddenly he remembered that he had seen it years ago at a
nighttime campfire at this very camp, when he was a camper himself .
When he saw the sex-crazed boy that people had eventually dubbed Friday
13" pumping his then younger but just as huge dick until spurts of cum
shot into the fire and sizzled and crackled. And then in a few seconds
he had run off screaming and holding his dick, and little Jim had decided
that he would never touch his own pee pee again, no matter how good it
felt.
"It's him! It's the real Friday!" Jim cried, pointing at the photo
The third shot had Friday turned back to the knot hole without
the camera and jacking off furiously. The profile of his lance-like
prick was almost comical.
The final shot showed Friday with his hips thrust against the
cabin wall and his chest arched back and his legs planted firmly apart.
The root of his dick was just visible, but the rest of his huge cock had
disappeared into the knothole. His tenseness was obviously caused by the
throes of ejaculation.
"My God! He shot off inside the cabin!" cried Jim impulsively.
"That was HIS cum on my -- that I --OH FUCK!"
"Where did his cum go? What happened?" cried Eddy.
"Nowhere. Nothing," Jim lied, shuddering at the realization that
the sticky and warm nectar of his sexual liberation, which he had licked
off of his finger that night had been distilled not from his own dick,
but the oversized, sharp-shooting schlong of a psychopath. He'd
unwittingly tasted Friday's dick cream and he'd enjoyed it!
"But where did you get this film?" he asked finally.
"It was Wednesday night when we were coming back here from the
campfire, " Mark explained. "He stepped out onto the path from out of
the dark and about scared us half to death. I'm sure we would have all
run away if he hadn't spoken to us first."
"What did he say?" asked Jim.
Mark tried not to smirk. "He said, 'If you want to see a real
man jacking off, develop these,' and he handed us two rolls of film.
"As he turned to disappear back into the woods, we just stood
there wondering how he'd found out about you telling us that crap about
real men not beating off. And then he said one other thing."
"And what was that?" Jim asked nervously.
"He told us to invite you to host our next jack off party and ask
you to give a demonstration of your technique."
"That's outrageous! It's out of the question!" Jim seethed,
clenching his fists.
"Now that's not very nice of you to get us all worked up with
these sexy poses and then chicken out! " teased Mickey.
"You know, Jimbo," Mark grinned, "this Friday guy warned us you
might be a little shy at first, but suggested we offer to destroy the
negatives afterwards to make you feel a little more at ease."
"That's blackmail! Why are you letting him manipulate us like
this and turn us into a bunch of degenerates!" Jim practically whimpered
in frustration.
"I wouldn't call it blackmail, buddy," Said Mickey. "Just a
little shift in power. And what's this bullshit about him making us
degenerates? Us guys were jacking off long before we ever heard of him.
And you -- well, is it his fault that boys turn you on?"
Jim closed his eyes and trembled. Then he started to laugh,
slowly and deeply as if at some private, semi-bitter joke.
"You're right, guys. You're absolutely right." he said at last.
obviously relieved of some burden. "I've been a phony about this whole
thing, and I deserve what I'm getting. You've got me by the balls --
literally-- and I'm not going to put up a fight. After all, now that
I've beaten off once, it would only have been a matter of time before I
did it again. So I might as well have some company next time."
"All right Jimbo, stud!" cried Eddy, giving him a thumbs up sign.
"Everybody does it, dude, let's party!" Smiled Mickey, slapping
Jim on the back.
"But NOBODY must EVER find out about this, guys or I could get
into some pretty deep trouble," Jim cautioned
"Relax, Jimbo, you'll be safe with us. " said Mark, winking at
him.
Jim sighed, thrust his hands in his front pockets of his khaki
shorts and tried to hide a grin that seemed to throb through his whole
body. He figured the boys were almost certainly bluffing about the
negatives. None of them, not even Mickey, would have been crazy enough
to create a public stir over this. But he no longer cared, because he no
longer had anything to hide from them, and now he had something to
anticipate.
"So, listen up guys" he announced, reverting back at last to his
familiar in charge tone. "We meet back here tonight after the campfire,
and everybody bring a towel and your favorite lube with you."
"Gotcha, Counselor," said Mark.
An unspoken understanding between Jim and the boys was what made
that night go so pleasurably for them all. Somehow they had all figured
out that as long as they behaved as if none of Jim's authority had been
compromised they would enjoy Jim's full attention and enthusiastic
cooperation.
Without argument, the boys followed Jim's instructions to secure
the cabin door, cover all the windows, and push two single bunks
together in the center of the cabin floor. For his part, Jim used his
authority strictly for facilitating the group's pleasure and never for
sabotaging it. Curiously, his habitual modesty and self control somehow
added to the erotic anticipation of the night, while also putting
everyone more at ease.
"Okay, now let's all strip down to our underwear and sit in a
circle on the beds," Jim directed, managing to pull off his own
sweatshirt and shorts before the nervously grinning boys had even begun.
But after a minute or two, all 6 males had sat down on the beds with
crossed-legs and joined the circle.
"Well we want to make this last, boys so let's keep our dicks
behind cloth as long as it's comfortable," he began. "Now does anyone
have a hard on yet? "
"Yeah, I always do," said Eddy, rubbing the tent in his boxers.
"Well Eddy, why don't you help the rest of us catch up to you by
telling us how you like to jack off?" Jim suggested.
"Well, I like to go to public restrooms, you know, like at school
or at gas stations, and read the graffiti on the walls. If there's good
stuff on the walls I'll just read it and jack off into the stool, or if
there's nothing that turns me on I'll write something dirty or draw a
picture, and that gets me pretty hot usually, so then I'll jack off. "
As Jim and the boys listened they rubbed their crotches.
"Some times if there's interesting things with phone numbers I'll
write them down and call them late at night after my parents go to
sleep. Usually they're made up numbers or practical jokes or something,
but depending on how they react it sometimes gets me real hot, specially
if its some girl who acts mad but doesn't hang up. Once a girl said I
could come over and fuck her, but then she wouldn't say where she lived."
"Yeah, right Eddy," smirked Mickey, who was languidly running two
fingers up and down the bulge of his own erection was now standing
straight up and poking its tip out of the waistband of his white
jockeys. "Most those numbers are guys, aren't they?"
"Yeah, some of them. I've had a couple of real queers on the
line who begged me to let them suck my dick, but I just strung them along
and then hung up on them."
"Did you jack off afterwards?" asked Chad, who had his whole hand
stuffed down the inside the crotch of his red briefs to grope his own dick.
Eddy reddened slightly and looked down as he rearranged the
gaping fly of his dayglo green boxers so that his hard on wasn't poking
out. "Yeah, I did. The idea of getting my dick sucked makes me really
hot, though of course I'd rather let a girl do me instead of a guy," he said.
"Anybody here ever had their dick sucked?" Jim asked.
Mark and Mickey both said they had. Both had been blown at least
once by a girlfriend, but Mark stunned the others by admitting without
shame that he and a buddy had sucked each other off once. "And if you
think I'm a faggot, you're wrong. We were really horny and drunk and
just playing around one night at his house, and we just ended up doing it
and never made a big deal about it later. I like getting sucked, but
sucking was kind of boring. He seemed to like doing me more than I liked
doing him, but as far as I know, he's not gay either. He fucks girls all
the time. "
"Yeah, well I wouldn't suck no guy off or even let one suck my
dick," said Mickey. "That just turns me off totally."
No one said anything, but continued to listen, each one somehow
stimulating their own apparent erections .
"It's funny, though, talking about jerking off," Mickey
continued. "Cause one of the biggest loads I ever blew out of my nuts
happened while I was at this party and I accidentally walked in on this
friend of mine who was fucking a chick in one of the upstairs bedrooms of
the house we were in. They had no idea I was there, so I stood there and
watched and got so hot that I started jacking off right there, until I
was ready to shoot, and I ran off to a bathroom and came in the sink."
"Why did that turn you on so much, Mick?" Jim asked earnestly.
The story seemed to have attracted his interest more than anything else
that had been said so far.
"I don't know. The girl wasn't that hot really, and he was
practically covering her up. And I definitely was not hot for Benny, I
can tell you that, who besides being a guy has a fat pimply ass. But
there was something about just watching them doing it, thinking about
them gettin' their rocks off on each other, and especially thinking about
how he was really nailing her and that he'd be pumping her cunt full of
jiz soon right in front of me. I just really liked watching that."
Chad and Tommy talked each talked about locking themselves in the
bathroom or bedroom with dirty pictures from magazines and jacking off in
the tub and toilet and cleaning up with toilet paper or Kleenex.
"How about you, Jimbo?" asked Mark after a brief silence. Mark
had his bulging prick stuck down the left leg of his army green boxers
and was squeezing it in the middle with his fist. "Why don't you tell us
now what you really think about jacking off?"
"Well." Jim began, slowly, uncertainly. "I don't know. I guess
you guys have had better experiences with it than I have. It never made
me feel all that great before. Nothing like Beth at all."
Sitting there without his clothes, soft spoken, awkward and shy,
Jim seemed barely distinguishable from the younger boys around him. If
not for the five o'clock shadow on his chin and jaws, the broadness of
his chest and the hair on his arms and legs, an outsider might never have
been able to identify him as the counselor.
"You looked like you were having plenty of fun in those
pictures," Eddy said.
"Yes, that's true. I really let loose that night for some reason."
"It was the pictures we took, wasn't it?" Mark asked.
"Well, yes," he admitted. "But not completely. It was also just
knowing that you guys all seemed to think nothing of it all jacking off
together like that. It reminded me of something. I felt....kind of left
out."
"What did it remind you of?" asked Tom.
"It's going to sound stupid," Jim said. "It was this thing in a
National Lampoon magazine I saw when I was a kid that I'll never forget.
It was supposed to be the cover of Boy's Life magazine, only it showed a
circle of boyscouts ("18" !) around a camp fire looking like they were
all having a really good time. Only when you looked closer you could see
that each one of them was reaching over to the guy next to him between
his legs. And even though the figures were positioned just so that you
couldn't see anything, it was obvious that they were jacking each other
off simultaneously in a circle.
I remember seeing that and wishing I could have had an experience like
that, but I never did. I was always alone and it felt lousy and bad.
Until last night."
"A circle jerk! So you like that, huh?" smiled Mickey.
"Well, one way to find out, huh Jimbo?" said Mark as he drew
himself a little closer to Jim's right knee and gave it an affectionate
squeeze. "What do ya say we all whip our dicks out and pump off a round? "
"Right now? So soon?" Jim said, looking hesitant.
"Hell, Jim, I don't know about you, but I can come three or four
times a night if I have to. We don't have to stop after one orgasm."
"Well, okay. I'd like that," Jim confessed. "Everyone ready?"
No one objected. Mark, Mickey and Chad all stripped off their
boxers and briefs completely. Jim left his briefs on but just pulled the
waist band so that it ran down under his balls and lifted them up. Tom
followed his example, while Eddy just let his dick and balls come out of
the fly of his boxers.
Then the group spread out towels and uncapped their selected
tubes and bottles of lubricant. Jim nipped a brewing dispute in the bud
over who was going to be sitting next to whom, by positioning the three
lesser-developed boys between the bigger two and himself.
In a minute or two, all was ready, and they all turned to Jim to
settle how they would proceed. " Okay, why don't we start by having
everybody jerk off the dick of the guy on your left. as soon as someone
gets tired, we can switch directions "
"What happens when someone cums?" Chad asked.
"Then his jizz flies up in your face, dumbshit," said Mickey,
whose dick Chad' was about to begin working on
"No, I mean what do the other guys do -- stop, or keep going?"
"How about if the first guy that cums sits out and has to make up
a Friday story for us to listen to while we continue circle jerking,"
Mark suggested.
"But what if somebody else cums during the story?" asked Chad.
"Then they'll be next up for a story. Hopefully we'll all cum at
some point during the stories, because these Friday stories should be
good and raunchy and dirty like camp legends are supposed to be--not lame
like Jimbo's was," replied Mark. "Sorry man, no offense."
"Well, the truth can be lame sometimes. Although I admit I sort
of sanitized parts of the story. I'll see if I can come up with
something a little racier. " said Jim. "Are we ready? Gentlemen, start
those engines."
Jim began stroking the erect dick of Eddy, who began stroking
Mark who began stroking Tom, who began stroking Mickey, who began
stroking Chad who began stroking Jim. They were circle jerking at last.
Jim couldn't believe he was doing this--jacking off one "18" year
old and being jacked off by another. But there was no turning back. And
it sure felt good, even without the boyscout suits and a campfire. He
intermittently opened and closed his eyes, but soon noticed that the boys
seemed almost exclusively to be watching him every time he looked up.
Clearly they were in awe of him, if for no other reason than his age.
They seemed to be anticipating his initiating orgasm as much as he was.
Looking for the climax of the ritual that would blur the distinction
between boys and men and unify them all in hot, male pleasure.
Mark whispered something to Chad, and a minute later Chad
announced that he was tired, so they all switched directions.
Once Eddy began pumping on Jim's dick it became clear to the
counselor that he was indeed being set up the victim of a sexual
conspiracy. For while Eddy proceeded to give Jim's rod a workout with
his incredibly supple and powerful baseball pitcher's wrist, the others
were actually slowing down on each other almost to the level of
performing an obligatory exercise. Meanwhile their eyes were intently
upon Jim and his swollen grown man's dick, which Eddy was wringing the
hell out of with powerful up and down squeezing strokes. They were
waiting for the big man's hose to blow.
"How's that feel, Jim?" asked Eddy.
"MMMmmm. Nice." he murmured. "That's quite a grip you've got Eddy."
"Ah, you like that, huh? We knew you would. You get off on a
tough boy jacking your boss man dick, don't you? Almost as much as you
like pumping on teenboy cocks, right Jimbo? Jim-bone? Jim-boner? Yeah,
you love beatin' meat with the boys."
Jim gasped with pleasure from the sensation of his manhood being
worked over by Eddy's relentless fist. "Oh yeah, I love it, Eddy. Twist
on my fuckin' dick like that, buddy boy. Yeah, harder. Yeah. Oh, man,
yeah like that. Jack me hard like that. Ohh."
Jim's head was tilting back farther and farther as he spoke, and
his breathing became louder and quicker. The boys were jerking each
other's dicks at a faster pace now, but they continued to watch his
progress and were aware that Jim was going to shoot his wad soon.
"Go get it," he heard Mark whisper to Tom. He looked up to see
Mark taking over the jerking of Mickey's dick as Tom went over to his
bunk to rifle through his duffel bag.
"Ummm. Now what's he doing?" Jim asked in a throaty voice.
"Nothing, college man. Nothing you have to worry your pussy
lickin' clit suckin' head about," whispered Mickey with a sinister grin.
Jim snorted and closed his eyes again. "I've never eaten
anyone's clitoris or pussy. Beth doesn't go for that."
"Did you ever ask her?" said Mark.
Jim didn't respond
"What does she like, Jimbo?" asked Mark in an intense, hypnotic
whisper. "Tell us what you do when you fuck her."
"Naw, you don't want to hear that, it's boring. You guys have
more fun. We're ALL having more fun right now. She won't let me do
anything but lay on top of her and screw her, " Jim moaned, trembling
from the pressure building up in his balls.
"What have you tried to do? Did she stop you?" asked Mark
"Well, she didn't have to. I can just tell she wouldn't want to
do those things."
"What things, Jimbo? Tell us what things you want to do with your
squeeze." hissed Mickey.
"No. I'm embarrassed. I can't tell you guys," Jim whimpered,
still tossing his head from pleasure.
"Tell her, then, Jim." Mark said, handing Eddy the cellular phone
that Tom had retrieved from the duffel bag. "Dial it Eddy. I'll take over
here."
Jim looked up to see Mark crouch in front of him and seize his
erection with a baby-oil slicked hand. "No Mark, I'm not going to speak
to her now. This is the wrong time." he tried to stare Mark down, but
couldn't meet the intensity of his eyes, and instead found himself
looking at the boy's big fat cock. As if on cue, Chad lifted Jim's hand
from his own erection and placed it around Mark's. The counselor felt
the firm pole of muscle remain rigid as his fingers kneaded Mark's
flexible dick skin. Despite his agitation over what the boys wanted him
to do, he couldn't help but marvel over his first feel of an erect dick
that was bigger than his own. "What's her number Jimbo? " demanded Eddy.
"You can't have it. Forget it." he replied, smiling and giving
Mark's cock an oily squeeze.
"We can have anything we want, Jim, and so can you," Mark
countered. "He's got it on speed dial, I saw him use it." he said to
Eddy. "Try them all till we get her."
Jim's smile slipped and he closed his eyes, as Mark triumphantly
commenced pumping his counselor's dick. Beth's number turned out to be,
as they suspected, the very first speed dial button. They had almost gone
to the next button because it rang so many times, but finally she had
answered.
"Hello?" came a female voice, a little out of breath as if she'd
run across the house to answer it. Eddy held the phone to Jim's ear and
mouth.
"Hi, babe it's me."
"Jim! Sweetheart! How did you know how much I was thinking about
you and wishing you were here? O baby I miss you so much. "
"Not as much as I miss you, babe. It hurts, it literally hurts."
he said, as Mark squeezed his throbbing balls with his other hand.
"Oh I hurt too, Jim. I feel so empty without you around. I'm
just lying here on the bed remembering all the times you've laid here
with me and filled me up with your love."
Mark and Jim felt each other's dicks surge with excitement. The
other boys could hear Beth almost as clearly, and became equally aroused.
"Oh, baby so do I! Making love with you has been all I could
think about for days now. Tonight I couldn't stand it any longer and I
was so close to -- taking care of myself, that I had to call you. I know
we agreed to talk only once a week this summer 'cause of the money, but
baby I just had to.'
"Oh Jimmy, don't torture yourself waiting for the next time
you'll see me! That's weeks away. Why don't you... take care of yourself
and call me back."
"No baby, I want to hear your voice. I can do that later."
"Well are you alone now? are you in bed?"
"Yeah, babe, I'm alone. My kids are um--on an overnight with a
couple of the other counselors. I'm just lying here in bed too. " The
boys exchanged excited evil looks.
"Oh my poor baby." she cooed, and was silent for a moment.
"Well....would you enjoy yourself more If I - if I kept speaking to you
while you went ahead and ... you know, as if I were there with you?"
The boys all nodded vigorously.
"Beth Honey. Oh my baby, would you please? I won't offend you?"
Jim whispered huskily.
"Offend me? Jimmy, nothing you could do would offend me, you're
the sweetest lover." Beth said. "Now what is it that my sweet lover's
been thinking about me that he's afraid will offend me?"
"Nothing babe. I just want to make love to you," said Jim. slowly
rocking his hips along with Mark's strokes on his prick.
"I know Jimmy. But I want to hear you describe exactly how you'd
like to make love to me - what special things you'd like to try. Or that
you'd like me to try."
"What do you mean, baby? I want to fill you up with my love,
like you said." Jim murmured.
"There are lots of ways you could do that, Jimmy. Use your
imagination. We can do anything we want tonight. Tell me how you'd like
to fill me up."
"Oh baby, in every way. In every way."
"Well, pretend I'm there in the room with you," she said. "What
am I doing? What am I wearing?"
Jim hesitated, breathing very hard.
"You're lying here - naked - on your back on my bed with your
arms out to receive me." Jim said. Mark gave him a frown and shook his
head, pulling hard on Jim's dick. "No wait. Y-you're kneeling in the
middle of the b-bed, looking over your shoulder at me," he stammered.
The boys became gleeful again.
"Kneeling on the bed, yes," said Beth softly. Jim listened in
disbelief as he heard rustling of sheets over the phone. His baby was
going to go through the motions with him. They were going to have phone
sex!
"You're looking at me standing there next to the bed, and you're
caressing your sweet bare breasts. You have white lace panties on and
you're bending forward slightly to show me the beautiful curves of your
behind." The boys were all jerkin off again, using both hands now. It
was still a circle, but now Jim's dick and balls were sort of a hub, as
all 5 of the boys were fondling them Jim was now holding the phone but
still jerking on Mark's dick.
"Ah," she said. "I'm showing you my rear end. My ass. Do you
like my ass, Jim?"
He gulped. Was this his Beth he was talking to? "Of course,
honey, you know I do. "
"Well, you've never told me before," she laughed gently.
".Your a-ass is magnificent, like the cleft of a juicy peach ."
"Jim you're so sweet. Tell me what I'm doing now."
"Uh, well, you're taking your panties down. Slowly. Watching me
over your shoulder and leaning forward so that your breasts hang down as
you peel the lace down past your tender.... ass cheeks and down around
your knees."
"Yes darling I'm doing it, I'm slowly pulling them down,
revealing my soft, pink naked butt to you as you stand there, your penis
getting hard and stiff in anticipation."
Jim gasped as the dick in question was completely covered by a
pile of adolescent male fists, like it was a baseball bat being used to
choose team members. "Oh Beth, you're incredible. I want you so badly! "
"What exactly do you want, Jimmy? What do you want to do with me
next? Why don't you take your clothes off and get into to the bed and
show me what you want to do?"
'Yes, baby. I'm naked now. I'm on the bed now right behind you. I
have my hands on your shoulders. I've never been so hard in my life.
Like a baseball bat."
"Oh, you're always hard, Jim. And so big !" she whispered. " I
can feel the your erection standing up and pressing against me from
behind. You're cupping my breasts in your big, warm hands, kissing the
nape of my neck, pressing your broad chest against my back. What are you
going to do next, Jim?"
Jim was all but hyperventilating now. "I want to enter you, baby
from behind. I want to part your thighs with my hot erection and push it
forward into your vagina."
"Yes, my lover, I want you to do it too," she panted "Please.
Now. part my nether lips with your love muscle. Fill me up."
"Nether what?" cried Chad impulsively before several hands were
clamped over his mouth.
"My pussy, Jimmy. Slide your baseball bat penis into my pussy."
"Oh Beth, yes baby'" he cried, now on his knees thrusting his
hips madly forward and knocking his burning balls against the tunnel of
clenched teenboy fists around his cock.
For the next five minutes Jim and Beth described to one another
the sensations they were imagining, and it became clear to Jim from
Beth's voice and breathing that she was apparently masturbating along
with him. For some reason Jim found it even more astounding than the fact
of her suggesting phone sex in the first place. She really did miss him!
Finally, as Jim rocked and moaned in the throes of passion,
repeating over and over again that he was 'giving it to her', and
obviously approaching the brink of orgasm, Beth shrieked:
"Give it all to me lover, all 13 inches!"
"Oh ...baby, yes.... yes. 13 inches! " he cried, confused but too
excited to stop the momentum as he furiously fucked the boys' fists with
upward thrusts of his supine hips. "13 inches....I'm slamming... into
your....pussy ... yes. Oh I'm coming I'm filling you up oh, yes oh baby
ohhhhhhhh!!!"
A cannon of hot sticky semen hosed out of Jim's raw, red dick in
great flying ropes that splattered his chest. Jim fell back on the bed,
gasping in exhaustion. The phone fell out of his hand and onto a bunched
up mound of his sleeping bag, which disconnected the call. The boys
pushed into a closer circle around him, still pumping their dicks.
"We're gonna hose down your bed like before, counselor, only this
time with you on it," Mark grinned, rubbing a handful of the cum from
Jim's heaving pecs onto his own dick. The other boys were rubbing the
counselor's cum into his hot, sweaty skin and feeling it up as they
continued to pump their own dicks closer to orgasm.
"Where's the phone? Where's Beth?" Jim gasped.
"You hung up Jimbo. Call her back later, you're busy now."
"Why did she say '13 inches?' Why did she say that?" he
murmured.
"Wishful thinking, I guess, huh, Jimbo?" smirked Mickey.
A minute later the boys were all grunting and jerking as their
hot spunk went looping through the air and splashing all over Jim's
churning thighs, stomach, chest. Soon his face, too was dripping with
sweet smelling teen boy jism. Oh baby, he sighed. His dick had become
instantly hard again.
"I understand, sweetheart" Beth said to the now silent phone in
front of her on the bed. "I understand."
She felt indeed that she'd come to understand, suddenly, in a
very short time, Jim's sexual needs as different from her own, but not
anything that he needed to feel ashamed about. Knowing what she did now
about the intensity of his sexual drive, It seemed miraculous to her
that he'd shown even half the self control that he had throughout their
courtship. She was certain that he'd been dating no other women and thus
no other sexual outlet but her. And now, after a separation of two
torturous months, she was actually relieved to have helped bring her
sainted boyfriend crashing down to the level of ordinary human experience
through a harmless bout of phone sex. As disappointed as she'd felt when
the line was disconnected, she reasoned that it must have either happened
in his ardor or embarrassment. But no matter, because either explanation
endeared him to her all the more.
What she was having trouble understanding, were her own
surprising, previously unimagined needs, and how Jim could have ever
figured them out the way he had! As she continued to lean forward on her
bed and stare at the hung-up princess phone she marveled at what a
revelation it was to feel, really feel an enormous erection driving in
and out of her vagina from behind. While Jim was still on the phone,
she'd had no trouble imagining and acting as though he was there doing it
to her exactly as he'd described, for she wanted so badly to provide for
him his deliverance from the pain of abstinence. But now, with Jim taken
care of, she was surprised to find that she wanted to continue, and
possibly go even further to receive her own pleasure. She'd had only one
orgasm while on the phone with Jim, after all, and though that (or none
at all) had always been enough before, she found herself wondering about
what other levels of pleasure might be so close within close reach that
it would be a shame to stop exploring now. And of course there were the
needs of Jim's friend to consider.
"Shall I stop?" he whispered, kissing her neck.
"No, Fry. let's continue." she replied softly.
He laughed. "Forget Fry, darling. I'm Jimmy tonight."
"No, no. You're Fry. My Jimmy's 500 miles away in Minnesota. He
just hung up on me in the throes of orgasm. He's finished. And I can
feel that you're not," she said tightening her vaginal muscles around
his still hard dick.
"Sweetheart, it's me!" he murmured, encircling her with his arms
and pressing against her harder. "Who else would bring you your favorite
flowers? And order you your favorite wine at your favorite restaurant?"
"A very good friend of Jimmy's who's gone to a lot of trouble and
expense doing him a favor ," she replied. "By doing me a few favors. Now
did Jimmy pay for your gas and everything to drive all this way? 'Cause
if he didn't --."
"Of course I paid for everything, baby, 'cause I'm your man,
Jimmy!" he insisted playfully, resuming his fondling of her breasts and
kissing her shoulders.
"Believe me, Fry, " she said, "My Jimmy doesn't have a 13"
erection, nor does he have that particular piece of information tattooed
on the head of his penis, like you do."
"Oh yeah? Well why did you beg Jim to give you all 13 inches of
it then?"
She hesitated. "I said that? Yes, I did, didn't I. Oh boy. I
blew it. You don't suppose that's why he hung up? Does he know about
your penis, or not? "
"Well, sweetheart, just from my using the shower room at camp
Christopher pretty much insures that everyone knows about my endowment.
You know how people spread information like that."
"Well, I don't, really , so I'll have to take your word for it.
but what I'm wondering is if he knows and if he picked you to send to me
for that reason. And if he did, if that means that he intended for us to
sleep together."
He stopped for a moment, silent, deciding whether or not to step
out of character and answer her directly.
"Oh I don't mean consciously, Fry. He's so innocent he'd never
admit it even to himself. I mean subconsciously in the same way that I
unintentionally let him know that his surrogate seduction of me was being
consummated beautifully as we spoke.
"No, you're not Jimmy, Fry. But I'll bet you had a pretty good
idea when he got you to agree to visit me that you'd get me into bed.
Well, I only realized I wanted to sleep with you right at the moment you
were saying goodnight to me at the door. But I'm still not sure how far
I would have gone if Jim hadn't called. It might have just been a few
kisses over drinks in the living room.
"But he did call, and I'd almost forgotten about you being out
there after I switched the call in here. But of course then I caught you
eavesdropping and masturbating outside the bedroom door, you naughty
boy. You should have seen your face when you saw me pull the door open,
still on the phone and wearing just my panties, the way Jim wanted. And
at that moment I knew what else Jim wanted -- the same thing I wanted and
that you, with your monstrosity of an erection, wanted. So I beckoned for
you to come in and join us..."
They laughed and he thrust firmly into her, causing her let out a
short high pitched yelp. "He must have known, deep down, don't you
think? Why else would he have chosen to fantasize taking me from behind?
Because he knew you'd be his stand in, with the erection he'd always
dreamed of having, which I would only be able to accommodate from behind."
"Smart guy, Jim." he said.
"I thought you were Jim?" she teased.
"Oh, that's right, I am," he laughed.
"Prove it to me, Jimmy" she hissed, grinding her ass back against
his stomach. Make me come again like you did before."
Jim knew, of course. What other explanation could there be, she
thought to herself as Friday commenced fucking her, ramming his huge cock
in and out of her burning cunt. But had Jim really anticipated the
astounding hunger of her pussy in his absence? Had he realized that this
friend Friday, as he fucked her doggy-style with his foot-long plus dick,
might be spoiling her for him forever? Yes spoiled, spoiled rotten
forever, she thought as she rocked in orgasm. Finally she felt Friday's
explosion of semen inside her, sloshing out of her pussy with each
climactic thrust. Oh she was so grateful to Jim. What a pity he'd never
taste the pleasure that a man's penis provides!
Jim licked off the teenboy semen that had flowed down his face to
his lips as the boys ritualistically painted their cock juice all over
his hot skin with the heads of their dicks. Then they kissed and licked
at him, their hot, wet young tongues probing everywhere on his body.
Still not satisfied, their hands tugged at his jockeys from all
directions and ripped them to shreds, leaving Jim buck bare-assed naked
at last and totally at the mercy of his boys. For a tender moment his
mouth was plugged by a heavy warm tongue, which he could tell from the
scratchy beginning of his beard, belonged to Mark.
The boy removed his tongue finally and spoke. "I believe you owe
us a story, Jimbo. You came first."
Jim nodded, but was far too exhausted to bother making up a
story. He simply decided to relate one of those that he'd heard from
other counselors that supposedly had occurred at the camp in recent
years. As he began to tell the incredible story, it suddenly occurred to
him that for the first time since he had heard it, he actually believed
that it might have happened. The events of the past three days had
convinced him that anything was possible where Friday 13 was concerned.......
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