Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 21:20:26 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #08'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc B-solo BB Bb cons)[8!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #08'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc B-solo BB Bb cons)[8!24]

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Cob `n Pen #08

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's, by way of a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Camp Fire;
Stone Crew; `Littles'; `Bigs'; `Middles'; Nutcracker; Penis Jousting:
1-Bert & Ben; 2-William & Ike; 3-Tom & Danny; 4-Davey & Me; Sperm Lake.


>>>JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Re:  Third Year at Cainan Lake Camp, August, 1933

CAMPFIRE

As the train made its slow 350 mile way from Shallow Lake on up to Temagami
depot, more campers I knew climbed on at every junction.

We waved and cheered, clapping backs and calling friendly insults. This was
going to be a great year! Finally we arrived at Cainan Lake, shimmering
amid the green hills below the Ishpatina Ridge. The ramshackle dining shed
and sleeping cabins and camp canoes were all still there, along with swarms
of kids. There must have been 50 of us, inbred cousins of one stripe or
another from our strange consanguineous Canain Faith Community. That first
night around the campfire the old pageant was put on once again by
torchlight – a bunch of long sticks each topped with a flaming wad of
toilet paper. Kids from the different cabins sang about our interbred `Clan
of Cain' and the illicit love of kin. They chanted about how we `Eaters of
Our Own Blood' had been hounded by the Black Coat Incest Vigilantes over
the centuries. Driven long ago from our first homeland in Newfoundland, our
Cain people were dispersed in the Green Mountains of Vermont, and then in
the last hundred years scattered to the Niagara escarpment. Here at Cainan
Lake Camp we offspring of the maternal line were safe from the social
order's hounding – that law and order society which would have had us
all dead.


STONE CREW

This was the second year that the big 16 and 17 year old boys took me on to
Stone Crew. Their cabin housed the older tougher kids who for the fun of it
hauled rocks around and fixed up the stone walls a couple of hours most
days. The Stone Crewers let me in because my cousin Steven had vouched for
me at the end of my first year [Episode #5].  Also I was strong for my age,
just turning 13, even though I was thin and tall and shy. I could paddle a
canoe forever and carry my own weight in a pack all day long. I was able to
heft rocks and haul the stone boat nearly as well as the big boys, and I
got just as sweaty and dirty and was pretty good at cursing. Of course they
gave me grief for acting like a gangly dumb hound dog, always stepping on
everything and knocking things over. Yet they seemed to like me being good
natured and stringy-strong with my fiery red hair, and so often hard that
they said I was ready for any bitch or leg that wanted humping. The Stone
Crew guys did fool around a lot, wrestling and joshing with each other at
the campfire, skinny-dipping, and making naked `Night Walker' raids on the
girls' cabins. I never lived down that one raid when an older girl with
bared bouncy breasts snagged me by my exposed pecker, reeled me in, and
kissed me before I could run for my life. Thereafter every night when
falling sleep I'd feel her lips on my mouth and her hand on my tool!

The sights, smells and sounds of getting-it-on were everyday realities at
Cainan Lake Camp.  If it wasn't a pupdog piggy-backing some stray in heat,
or Charlie the cook's rooster humping a hen, it was the camp manager's
Jersey bull thrusting his long slippery cock into a cow. And it was some
Stone Crew troll leading a junior camper up to the abandoned screen shack
for secret sport, or the unending game of flogging-it under the blankets in
our cabin. I lay on my mattress with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep
and listened to the bunks creaking and the soft steady grunts. As the
breathing increased, moans began. Then came gasps and at last sighs. I
heard the smack of fingers spreading wet sticky cum on heaving bellies. We
all jerked off from the top bunks in the shared modesty of the dark night,
our splooge making satisfying SPLATCH sounds on the floor. We were like
monkeys only worse.

The annual official Stone Crew Circle Jerk did not go on until the very end
of camp that year. The boys' shower was in an old pine board structure same
as the other rundown outbuildings at Camp Cainan. Water from the lake went
to the coal boiler at the dining hall and was piped over hot from there. It
was built with the drippy gang shower heads on one wall and a plain
splintery wooden bench on the other. The space was always steamy and
swamped with the stench of discarded dirty socks, towels, shorts and even a
supporter hanging here and there. Every time I caught a whiff of that
sweaty, mildewy dampness I got a thrill of joy all through me. My gut got
hot and my cock lifted.

As campers we always showered together. So nothing special about that; no
reason to act shy. When we got hard ons in there it was a big joke. It
helped to laugh. I didn't know what else to do with those dirty urges
surging through my skinny body while I pretended not to look at the `bigs'
and the `middles' and the `littles'. For the shower was where I was able to
see the boys, you know, really see them. I came early and often to
watch. Teasing myself, I first glanced at faces and then let my eyes travel
down bodies until I found what they hid from the outside world.  I
especially enjoyed watching the guys as they touched themselves.  Sure it
was just an innocent gesture, but it still excited me. Of course, if they
looked over my way I had to glance away.


`LITTLES'

The `littles' age 11 or so were sweet kids that the biggest boys had chosen
to bunk with us in our sleeping cabin. I'd been a Stone Crew `little' the
year before myself. As juniors they were expected to do certain duties for
the seniors. `Sweet-Ass' Isaac or `Ike' had developed a particularly firm
round butt to compensate for a withered gimpy leg left over from infantile
paralysis. But he was a great little engineer, sweet, friendly and chatty,
who worked hard rolling rocks and prying them up in spite of his limp. He
had thick black hair, wore specks, and was slender and soft. He was eager
to please. Very eager.

`Angel' Aaron was more distant but a true cutie. He was tall for an 11 year
old, a budding young sportsman even then, fast with a great throwing arm
and a nice-looking young boy body. He pitched in and worked for all he was
worth. Aaron was the `Angel' because he hung back and stayed clear of the
big boys' night exercises.

But `Foxy' Davey was the tyke that I could not take my eyes off of. He was
a bit more than 11, always on the move, short and slight and quick like a
leprechaun. He had the fine features of a cheerful fox, furry blondish hair
and a tight compact hairless body, short and light. When he took off his
camp shorts I noticed that his little dick was firm and a few inches
long. Looking at him stirred me up and in no time at all my stiff one was
standing at attention and I felt real horny. Those makeshift camp
friendships like ours were formed every summer and faded away in the fall,
perhaps to be rekindled the next year. But most links were forgotten and
lost forever, a whim and fancy of the moment.


`BIGS'

Then came the mighty `bigs'. Laughing and cursing, three of the seniors
strode in all sweaty and muddy. They reached to muss the hair and goose the
three `littles' sitting close together on the wooden bench, who squealed
like delighted piglets and crammed their wee penises between their thighs
for protection. As the big boys joked and strutted about I stared at their
biceps and marveled at how strong their chests were. When the bigs
stripped, their crotch hair appeared and my eyes were drawn hungrily to
their uncovered cocks, dangling ball sacks, and rounded asses romping about
the shower cabin. I wondered how it would feel to be squeezed by their
thighs, and how it would feel to rub my cheek against their butt cheeks.

The strongest was 18 year old Cap'n William, our captain of Stone Crew. He
was in perfect condition, not an ounce of extra flesh, and the one hundred
and forty pounds that he weighed were so many pounds of grit and
virility. Of middling height with deep blue eyes, he was serious and tough
with his jug ears and longish sandy brown hair. Cap'n William clearly loved
his body. He worked it hard lifting weights and such to keep it in top high
school boy shape. The constant working-out and awareness of their bodies
must have been why each of the bigs, like Cap'n William, were so horny all
the time and focused on sex. His built chest sported two pointy nipples
that always seemed to be stiff. His cock resting at ease was impressive, a
sturdy hose with a sculpted head that was slightly bigger than the fat
straight shaft it crowned. His dick was surrounded by a thick thatch of
light brown pubic hair which appeared soft rather than kinky and ran in a
line on up to his belly button, a `pleasure trail' he called it.  His nuts
were big, hairless low hangers that swung whenever he moved.  His ass was
tight with rounded globes of white flesh that met in a cleft and ran down
into long strong legs. Cap'n was partial to the younger boys like Sweet Ass
Ike.

We called 16 year old Tom `Ace', since he was a good natured guy and his
dad had been a fly-boy aviator hero in the War. Tom was shorter of arm and
longer of leg, with muscles that were stringy and knotty rather than
rounded and swelling.  He was an athlete, slender, skinny even, built like
an ironing board, but very strong and super quick. Once in the dining shed
Pretty Danny threw a raw egg right at him. Ace fielded it in his left hand,
passed it behind himself to his right, and tossed it crack onto Danny's
forehead without missing a beat. Wow!  Ace Tom pulled his work shirt off to
show a well formed chest with rigid nipples covered in sweat. He was a
couple of inches taller than William, with shorter blond hair and just the
beginnings of a hair trail down his belly toward his pubes and a modest but
perfectly proportioned prick. His plain craggy face was almost homely, even
downright ugly, until he grinned and the dimples made him sporty and
eye-catching. He was a favorite of all of us. Ace was closest to Danny.

Swarthy `Big Bully' Bert was 17. The thick black hair on his head, chest
and strong legs was wet with sweat from hauling rocks, and he was visibly
exhausted. He was not quite William's size but almost as strong, the
muscles showing in tight rolls underneath the skin. He had a scowling
square face and a square jaw and broad shoulders, with a washboard abdomen
narrowing to a trim waist. He took off his shorts, revealing his well
formed muscular thighs.  His cock hung way down, not even hard. His hefty
balls and crotch were covered with lots of crinkly black pubic hair. He
stood laughing with William as I watched his great arm muscles ripple when
he slapped his belly hard.  "Whatcha lookin' at!" he'd call, really wanting
you to look more at him. Bert could be mean and nasty. He picked on Ben all
the time, who seemed to want it.

Those three biggest boys were just chatting, not really staring at each
other's bodies – yet. I watched as they washed their hair and scrubbed
one another's backs, telling jokes and making up stories of conquest. To me
they all had that manly look of sinewy strength and seemed so self assured,
at ease in their bodies, entitled and rightfully proud.


`MIDDLES'

We apprentice `middles' kids, the ones age 13 to 14, had already stripped
down and were stepping under the shower. `Pretty Danny' was across from
Tom, and in some ways he was the best looking of the whole Stone Crew, even
if younger. I was struck above all by his angelic face and fetching
grin. His eyes were blue, his features regular, his face soft and clear
complexioned, his hair a very light brown. Not nearly as tall as Tom, Danny
had a sleek developing body and nicely squared chests. His skin was really
white with downy hair, and his arms hinted at new muscles. So striking were
his good looks that he caught everyone's attention as he ran his hands
lovingly over his 14 year old body. Pretty Danny was never without his
trademark red bandana, and for fun he stripped it from his neck to tie
around his narrow waist so just a red triangle hung down in front. When he
rubbed the creases of his belly the business between his thighs dangled and
pushed against the bright cloth. Ace Tom stared wide eyed at Danny's crotch
but did not say anything.

Next to Danny was `Billy Goat' Ben, also 14. Around camp Ben seemed a gawky
youngster, awkward and inept. He was pigeon toed and his shoulders slumped
and he shuffled like an idiot, which belied how tough he really was. When
he stripped down you could see that he was taut and built like a trim and
tapering wooden peg. His body had a springiness or resiliency, almost
catlike, with the quick alertness of one aware of things seen and
unseen. The Goat sure had some creepy energy, what with his sinful smirk
and leering eyes and actually pretty damn good body. He brought lust into
the shower room and made you want to share it. Bully Bert called him a
satyr. Ben kept rubbing stuff on his face and butt to treat his ugly
chastity pimples, which the big boys claimed would only go away with
regular screwing. So above all else, Ben was frantic to stop being a virgin
and to get laid. Ben was the most tanned boy in the shower, and the water
drizzled over his short cropped hair and ran down his glistening chest to
where he covered himself up with his hand. He was still trying to live down
having been a puny kid and small, particularly small down there. Yet in
fact Billy Goat Ben very obviously had filled out, up above and down below,
and the older boys noted how much he'd grown up since the year before. Ben
could not stay away from Big Bully Bert, and got pushed around for it.

And finally there was me, Jacob, `The Cob'. I turned 13 on August 2nd. I
was a shy and scraggy beanstalk, all red-freckly with my insane red hair. I
had actually morphed quite a bit from earlier years, and I was now on my
way to being nearly as tall as Tom. I was real fit from a ton of bicycle
riding and running and hooking load after load of loose hay up into Cousin
Max's barn. My body was pretty much smooth everywhere other than my crimson
underarm tufts, a nice patch of scarlet pubes, and some light fuzz on my
lower legs. I thought I had done okay in the equipment department too, with
a cock that never got totally soft any more and stuck out like a stick when
hard, which was a lot of the time actually. I got to be self conscious
about it since there it was, stiff and straight. At different times the
older boys dubbed me `Candlestick', `Needle', `Spear', `Pencil Dick', and
even `Rusty Nail' for my wispy red pubic hair. But they ended up calling me
`The Cob', like a corn cob. Yet most of the girls at camp seemed to be
interested in me so maybe overall I wasn't too bad to look at.


NUTCRACKER

I watched as the big boys washed their hair and scrubbed one another's
backs, telling jokes and making up stories of conquest. We middles circled
on the move and winged them, always looking.  Billy Goat Ben made a show of
boldly taking a piss through a crack in the floor and everyone jeered. Big
Bully Bert tweaked Ben's prick while the Goat was still shaking it.

This set off another round of goosing among us with cries of, "Nutcracker!
Nutcracker! Nutcracker!"

We played tag, and you can guess how we `tagged' each other. Those littles,
Ike, Aaron and Davey, were the chief targets and scattered and reformed
like a flock of finches.

Ace Tom snickered and yelled at me through the spraying water, "Hey! Here's
`The Cob' sticking WAY out!"

Bully Bert called, "Watch you don't knock sumpin' over with that, Cob! How
many camp girls grabbed on to it today, hey?"

"I can't help it," I bawled, jumping away from those brawny lads.

Everybody looked and slathered their own with big grins and lots of
jokes. Mine inexplicably went soft as I eyed Ace Tom rub his soapy hands
between his lean legs and butt cheeks while he watched Pretty Danny across
the room. Danny made a show of it and moved his hand to hide his own rising
prick pushing out the sopping bandana.

To divert attention Danny laughed and called out to me, "Hey Cob, do you
get laid?"

Right away I yelled back, "Yeah! With Mr. Lefty here and my dog's ass!"

There was a pause because usually I was so bashful, and then they all broke
out laughing and cheered at my wit. All I did was tell the truth [Episode #
6], but they thought it was a joke. That was one of the times when I must
have gotten really relaxed in the shower with them because my tight belly
was even rounded out a bit. Tom and Bert, with their backs to the rest of
us, were talking about girls. Billy Goat Ben fiddled with his penis while
peeking over their shoulders, and said something about girls really liking
a big dick.

Bully Bert laughed, "Calm down Benny, save it for the girls. We don't need
to see that thing yet. All of us in here'll get enough pussy. Except for
`The Cob' of course. He doesn't need it `cause he's got Mr. Lefty and his
pooch!"

I blushed all over and Billy Goat Ben turned to me and slapped my butt so
hard that it stung, and then gripped it with his fingertips.

"There, Cob," as if he had touched me with a magic wand. "Now you'll get
some!"

Ben did and said smutty stuff which didn't make any sense, but all the boys
laughed and I laughed along with them.


PENIS JOUSTING: 1. BIG BULLY BERT AND BILLY GOAT BEN

Bully Bert had been eying Ben, and some idea drove him to stride in his
naked glory across the shower shack.

"Come on Benny," he almost growled.

The rest of us scattered.

"I need some ass too!"

Big Bully Bert rarely smiled, but when he did he could be very sexy. The
younger nude boy writhed and tried to get away, screeching with hysterical
laughter. Bert pushed Ben teasingly against the wall, grabbing the smaller
boy from behind in a half nelson, and pretended to butt rape him. We
cracked up.

"You knew you'd get caught, Benny, didn't you," Bully Bert joked, "even
though you faked running away. Seem's this bull calf is eager to get
yoked!"

Ben twirled out from under Bert and smacked the big boy's butt with a
slashing spank like he had mine. We all laughed. But Bert arched his ass
invitingly and Ben kept on spanking until Bert's butt was really red. Bert
turned around then and everyone stared at his stiffer penis.

Benny sniggered, "Nice one, Bert, too bad it's not big or anything."

"Shut up, Billy Goat," Bert replied with a grin. "It's big enough. Mine'll
do. Yours is at most half that."

Then Bert pulled Ben's hand away, revealing the younger boy's crotch and
thickening penis that dangled fully down.

Bert recoiled in mock surprise, "Hey Great Mother! You might be a bit
bigger than me even, my Benny boy!"

Ben blushed big time and quickly spun around, showing off his swinging
penis to all of us. The boys began to have a little fun under the shower,
throwing cold water on each other and slathering one another with soap
suds.  Bert casually picked up a large sponge and made a show of slowly
washing his groin.

"I know you're up to sumpin'!" yelled Ben, exchanging dirty looks with
Bert.

Bert gave no answer and continued to wash himself with a growing smile. He
shuffled over to Ben who had his back to him and asked if he was big yet.

Ben stuttered and told Bert, "That's for me to know and you to find out!"

Taking up the challenge Bully Bert called, "Hey, you guys hold Benny and
I'll wash him!"

Bert caught Ben in his arms, picking him up and carrying him over to the
other two under the water spray. And before Ben knew what hit him, the bigs
grabbed him tight from behind and spun him about, facing front and
vulnerable. With a wicked smile Big Bully Bert rubbed the sponge in circles
on Benny's slender chest. The sponge was a bit gushy with all the soap and
the water coursing over it. Immediately Bert started to move downwards,
circling over the belly of the young struggling boy who wriggled and bucked
and kept his legs crossed, calling Bert every name he could think of. Bert
kept going and jiggled the sponge at Ben's crotch. Ben fought and made
defensive moves by pulling up his knee, but was stopped by William and
Tom. Bert washed Ben's crotch with broad motherly strokes. Everything was
well soaped now. Ben had quieted down and even closed his eyes. Was this
out of shame or did he enjoy it? The sponge fell on the floor. Then I saw
that Ben's cock was completely erect because of the rubbing. It was
standing out at an angle straight upwards. I was in shock. Bully Bert's and
young Ben's were exactly the same size.

"Hey, look! Billy Goat's got a big boner," Bert laughed as he reached out
to grab the youth who stared open mouthed at the bigger boy.

Big Bully Bert took hold of Ben's cock just below the purple shining
cockhead.

Bert turned in my direction as if it was perfectly normal and said, "Look
what a beautiful hard on our young Benny has. Ooh, feel it! He's really
hard. Keep watching, you'll see him shooting his white cum right out of the
shower, because I'm gonna give him a hand job."

Immediately he did what he said. Bert slid along side the pinned younger
boy and began to jack Ben off with long, smooth strokes. Ben soon slumped
back into Tom's arms and seemed to like it, his eyes closed, his mouth open
in a wide, stupid, self-satisfied grin.


2. CAP'N WILLIAM AND SWEET-ASS IKE

Cap'n William failed to conceal his whale of a hard on. Being the most
powerfully built did not help much either; he looked like he could carry a
sink up a mountain. Everyone just stared and no one said anything for a few
seconds; then someone said something.

"Get him!" they yelled, and Cap'n William disappeared beneath a scrum of
boys.

We quickly racked the big guy out on the floor, and all of us took turns
smacking his rigid belly, as hard as we could. Bully Bert spit on his hand
first so it would hurt more. William played at fighting us off, but we were
able to keep at it for quite a while, laughing and jostling. I squatted
down to slap away at his brawny belly, as William yelled bloody murder and
gave me a wink.  That's how we celebrated our Cap'n on Circle Jerk day!
Then we all helped William back to his feet. He flicked the suds off
himself and stroked his head, trying to laugh. There were a lot of comments
about the size of William's dick. It was really fat and way longer than
anyone else's. Suddenly the other boys blushed as their own penises began
to rise. The awkwardness made the room very silent until someone gasped.

"Look here!"

William was rubbing a hand over his tender red belly and with the other he
began to stroke his great cock right out in the open. Oh, he was
huge. Sweet Ass Ike called out and limped over to lean against the Cap'n's
leg, rubbing his own stiff little peter for all to see. The two boys
grinned sheepishly and familiarly at each other. Ike sighed and smiled at
William and then jerked the Cap'n's dick for him, playing with his balls
from time to time. William moaned while putting an arm around Ike's
shoulders and felt up the smaller boy's body. He cradled Ike's much smaller
dick in the palm of his vast hand and moved it back and forth. All of us
were stirred up by what was going on and cocks began to rise. And because I
wasn't made of concrete my own prick began to lift again as well.

Just at that moment Cap'n William glanced over at me, "Look boys, even The
Cob's getting a hard on. I think he likes watching us. Getting a little
excited, huh?" he asked.

"I don't...," I blushed and turned away.  "Uh, yeah," I mumbled.

Bully Bert chuckled, "Hey, Cob, it's okay.  Turn around. Let us look at
ya," he urged.

I turned around, the butterflies in my stomach beginning to circle as my
heart raced. They all stared as I ran a finger over the head of my cock and
it slowly got longer.

"That's a nice one," Ace Tom said.  "You like to look at guys' pricks in
the shower, don't ya?"

"No," I protested vehemently.

"Well I do.  Why do you think I'm on Stone Crew?  I get to see all kinds of
guys in the buff.  It's great."

I could not help it and the others saw me clutch my stiff penis. There was
an awkward pause for a moment; we were ill at ease with what this meant
about all of us.

"Are we queer?" Tom yelled out loudly. "Naw!" he answered his own
question. "Just teen boys feeling our oats and being horny!"

There were a few silent nods of acceptance. Cap'n William set us straight.

"Hey, the lesson is, not that Stone Crew are faggots. We're not. Or most
anyway." (Giggles) "It's just that we'd be faggots to NOT get it from the
next camper. Right? Face it, real manly boys are going to get it. From
wherever! Being polite or faggoty means you're too goody-goody to ever do
it at all. But we do it! So better cover your arse!"

There was laughter and calling out and grabbing around. The silence broken,
we started to have a lot of fun. Before we knew it we crowded together
shoulder to shoulder in a jacking off huddle, pulling the littles in with
us, even cautious circumspect Angel Aaron. Bert and Ben joined the circle,
putting their hands on those nearest them.


3. ACE TOM AND PRETTY DANNY

Pretty Danny hopped over against Ace Tom, and lifted up his own thickening
penis from behind the red bandana and rubbed it right in front of all of
us. Ace Tom had an arm around Pretty Danny, pulling him close so his
shoulder rubbed Tom's chest and hard nipples.

Tom looked down at Danny and said, "Yeah you are a Pretty Boy. Who knew you
had such a very, very cute dick?" and pushed the red bandana down to the
floor.

The littlest boys and me too stared aghast at all the naked bodies and
stiff penises being handled right in front of them. Danny started taunting
Ace Tom as if he were an opponent in the ring, telling him that he, Danny,
was more of a manly man than Tom. Everyone laughed.

Danny called out, "I've not ever done it yet, but when I do I'll last
longer in my girl friend's pussy than Ace can!"

The cries went up, "A cockfight! A cockfight!"

By making the other guy cum first in a one on one cockfight, the one who
held out the longest felt that he was the bigger man. Accepting the
challenge, the two boys stroked each other faster and faster, Tom's hand on
Danny, and Danny's on Tom. Watching these two eye-catching guys go at it,
my own cock nearly popped.

Tom sighed, "Oh boys this feels so good. I want to bust all over you
guys. But Danny, I'm on to you like cum at a jerk-off. And I will last
longer than Pretty Boy here."

The two guys applied some spit to each others' hard cocks and kept on
stroking one another like a weird sort of arm wrestling contest, only it
was cock wrestling. All of a sudden Pretty Danny began to breathe very
fast, and it was obvious that he was about to lose all control and cum. Ace
Tom sensed it too and started to tell Danny that it was over for him.

"Cum, Danny, cum! I've got you now boy," Tom sneered.

Danny could not hold back any longer and finally he gave in and went `over
the falls'. His hot white cum shot all over Tom's arm, and all over Angel
Aaron too, who grimaced in disgust and ran under the shower heads. Danny
was exhausted and embarrassed and also proud that he'd gotten Tom to play
with him. They both laughed while Tom rubbed his spermy hand over Danny's
chest and made the younger boy lick the stuff off his palm.


4. FOXEY DAVEY AND ME

In the midst of everything else my Foxy Davey had a nice erection. He
squirmed about the shower shack like any pubescent 11 year old who was
discovering how much fun he could have with that sweet little sausage
between his legs. I gave him a `come here' nod. He was a bold one and with
his bouncing little hard on he walked right up to me. My heart was pounding
in my throat. I moved over a little bit and let him share the shower
water. I soaped my hands and brought one over his taut shoulder, slowing
running it down over his thin chest, pinching and rolling his nipple as I
went. I was so stiff in front of the little guy. He came close to flick my
long narrow cock with his finger and my whole body jerked. He took hold of
my balls. I felt like I was going to cum without even touching myself.
Davey looked up with a questioning smile. I thought of those times when I
was so small, standing in the soapy wash tub in the side yard at the
Shallow Lake parsonage, washing and being washed by my dad [Episode #1]. I
could hardly speak. I thought I'd bust.

"S-s-sure," I heard myself saying, and I handed him the soap.

The little Fox lathered his hands and began to wash me. While one of his
hands swabbed my balls, his other twirled my curly red public hair. The
back of his hand touched my straight standing cock, but he didn't grab it
like I expected. I became even more horny. He soaped my whole crotch. For a
minute Davey kept doing it while he looked at his handwork.

"It's a nice one," he said softly with some awkwardness.

He stared up into my eyes as he took hold of my cock and moved the foreskin
down to expose the cockhead. I started to moan softly, but then he stroked
my super sensitive glans with his other hand.

"A-a-ah!" I yelled and writhed in pained, pleased surprise.

I had to grab his shoulders so as not to fall from delight. What a great
feeling that was! Davey looked up to me for approval. I blushed and that
told him to continue playing around with the tip of my long throbbing
cock. With trembling hands I stroked along his thin neck and silky chest
and down to the quivering globes of his fine rounded ass and around to his
projecting penis. The foxy little guy maneuvered the two of us under the
shower so the steamy water beat down and cleaned off the soap. That felt
sensational.


SPERM LAKE

Standing in the middle of the space, Sweet Ass Ike had two fists on Cap'n
William who was breathing heavier and making rather loud grunts. We all
huddled together again, packed in close, as William leaned back away from
little Sweet Ass, whose hands were a blur on the Cap'n's thick big
meat. William gave a noisy whimpering sound as his load let go. In unison
we counted out loud; a good ten thick white streams of sperm, one shooting
about 3 feet, most the length of your arm or a foot up in the air. Some
landed on the Cap'n's straining chest and flexed arms and some on Sweet Ass
Ike, who cackled with glee and humped himself off on William's leg. I
watched closely, and I guess the rest of the boys were as well, because
everyone's eyes were on William and his still hard massive penis and the
pint of sperm that his big hands were spreading all over himself and Ike.

The stroking continued and very soon several different grunts and heavy
breathings filled my ears. So many sexually excited kids in one small space
really did add to the feeling. Foxy Davey kept rubbing me and himself and
stood right in front of me, with the rest gathered around. It all sure did
make me shoot more and feel more than I usually did. With a great force I
shot my first spurt up onto Davey's face. The other jets hit his small
chest as he giggled. Shaking on tiptoe I squeezed the last drops of cum out
of my cock, which I rubbed all over Davey's tummy and balls and jerked his
little prick with the lubricant until he reached his pleasure and was like
to drop on the floor.

The other boys gathered and pressed tight around us. They were stroking
their cocks stronger. It was clear what was on their minds; they wanted to
cum or cum again. They wanted to cum on Davey like I had. But I also wanted
some of theirs. So I cozied up beside Davey, one arm tight around him,
feeling his neat little body against mine and three boys came closer. Bert
was so horny that he quick shot his load all over Billy Goat Ben.

Ben and Tom kept jerking until they sprayed on Davey and me. I didn't mind
and was really fueled up about it. I kept beating myself and came for my
second time within a minute, getting shy Angel Aaron right on the
nose. Turns out he was rubbing his not so little dick which no one noticed
until it sprayed. Some of the other boys were cumming again as well, right
on top of us. Someone's long dick lobbed a stream of hot cum across Angel
Aaron's shoulder and into the crowd. Then from somewhere else another load
shot, this time hitting me on the arm and some of it hit Sweet Ass Ike next
to me. The crowd was screaming and swearing as someone's pent up manhood
fired volley after volley all over us. Then the boys formed a tight huddle
around me and cheered like at a hockey match. I kept thrashing my cock.

Different voices called around me, "Thread the Needle!"  "Hit the Red
Nail!"  "Slice the Knife!"  "Light the Candlestick!"  "Go for number three
Cob!"

Many friendly hands ran over my body, stroking around my buns and across my
chest while I did the hard work. Foxey Davey cheered me on. And to their
triumphant calls I finally came again for the third time, getting a good
gushy sticky spurt on each boy in turn. Was that cramped shower ever a
mess! Not to talk about us, but no one had ever seen that much sperm in a
Stone Crew circle jerk. Everyone was covered with, not necessarily their
own, sperm.

The final rays of the sun slid through the gaps in the boards of the shower
shack and fell golden on the boys splashing and glistening under the
water. We smelled like spring violets, someone said of the untainted whiff
of fresh washed boys and sperm. Arms about one another like a victory
huddle, we ran our hands over each other, fingers entwined, squeezing the
sperm back into our bodies, a sweet and oily duty. So creamy, so sweet, so
soft, so soothing.  Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! Our fingers sliding over
each other were like pleasing eels and snakes and salamanders, slithering
and slinking about our most secret parts. Such a friendly affectionate
feeling; we squeezed hands and arms and thighs and butts and balls, and
looked into one another's eyes. A writhing mass of bare boy bodies, we
slipped back into the flow of steamy water under the shower heads. Cousins
all, there in that musky camp shower, we felt free from any ill-will, or
bad temper, or spite, of any sort whatsoever.

It was a fine and fitting finale for our fevered Stone Crew circle jerk.

Yours truly, JACOB

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