Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 10:24:10 -0500
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Shy III

			       CAMP SHY III

 When I got over to breakfast the place was already thinning out. Speaking
of which, I filled my tray and sat next to Nick. He is a skinny lad,
another tent leader, and what caught my attention was his peter. Almost
every time I had seen him he was hard, curving up and to the left, and his
hardon was as skinny as its support system. Maybe seven inches, but no
bigger around than Tim's rod. While eating we were talking about the wide
variety of cocks in camp. By the end of breakfast we were both hard and his
tool had a dribble of precum sliding down the glans. I couldn't stand it, I
had to reach down, wipe it off with my forefinger and taste it. Ahh, what a
lovely taste to end a meal!

 I told him he was the answer to my prayers: I'd never had rectal sex and
his organ was perfect for ending my virginity. We dumped our trays, headed
out the door and he said, "I'd really like to do that, but I have a soccer
match to referee. I should be free about 10:30 so why don't we meet here
then?"

 I was there, pacing around with a very hard cock at 10:15 and he arrived
all boned up ten minutes later. As we headed for my fave clump of bushes he
said, "Jeez, I've never run around a soccer field all morning with a woodie
before. I kept thinking how good it would feel to have that big dick of
yours up to the hilt in my butt. Maybe you'd best be on top so you can
control the action, never having been screwed before. And besides, that way
I can watch your boner enjoy it."  His rubber was different from mine. "I
got these from the dispensary. Handy for us little guys."

 "Not so little, you're longer than most, just skinnier," I said. He rolled
it on, lubed it up, got on his back and I climbed on. I positioned the
cockhead on my rosebud and lowered myself. It took a little pressure to
pass his sphincter. I guess I just wasn't used to anything but a finger
going backwards into my fanny but he slid in with no further effort at
all. Nice. He felt nice in there. I stayed motionless for a little bit and
my glans oozed a little precum. Nick wiped it clean with a fingertip,
licked it off and smiled so I guess he liked the lick. I began to rise and
fall on his lean machine and giggled. "So are you laughing at my little
dicklet?" He said.

  "Heck no. I was just thinking: if I had any question whether I was really
queer before now, I'm damn sure I am now," I said. He wanted to know
whether I wanted him to cum in me or watch him squirt. "Oh watch. I haven't
seen many guys unload but I've sure enjoyed seeing a cock squirt."

   "Well, you'd better get off because I'm about to." So I did, peeled off
his raincoat and began to stroke his very hard weenie. "Your hand feels
almost as good as your rectum and I'm almost...almost, oh YEAH!" He yelled,
and his cock throbbed in my hand. His jizz was thinner than mine too, but
it sure spurted a lot. What a sensation to feel his dick spasm in my paw
and watch the splooge arc in the air. I counted nine shots before his cock
was quiet. Cum was dripping off his belly, my hand, and it was quite a mess
of boy goo. "Boy, I wish I could produce a shower like that!" I said.

    "Well, I'd like to see what kind of a load you deliver out of that
leaky boner too. How would you like to get there?" He said. I was really
ready for some relief and a good sucking was at the top of his list and
that suited me just fine. He wanted me standing so he could do me on his
knees. "But my only condition is I want to see that big boner squirt so
promise me you'll let me know when you're going to blow." I reminded him of
the old adage that an erect penis has no conscience but I really would tell
him in time. Besides, I liked to watch my boner squirt too.

     I suppose when I've had a lot more sex and the novelty has worn off I
can last longer. He was sucking less than massaging my cock with his tongue
and keeping pretty much away from my cockhead, everybody's most sensitive
spot. Even so it was only a couple of minutes until the tightening
sensation behind my balls told me ejaculation was not far away. So I told
him and he stopped sucking and moved beside me instead of in front. He used
the tip of his finger to slowly circle my glans. Normally that wouldn't be
very exciting but my knob was so sensitive it was a really hot feeling.
"Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling," he said.

      I was staring at my tool. It was leaking precum and he kept smearing
it oh so lightly over my boner head. "Conflicted. I wanna cum, I NEED to
cum! But it feels so good I don't want it to stop," I said. So he stopped.
"Tell me tomorrow morning you'll stick that big cock of yours up my ass,"
he said. "Oh God, YES! Before breakfast!" I whined. So very slowly he began
to just tickle my piss slit. My dick was so hard, the glans so swollen the
skin looked like it might split. My belly muscles were twitching now.
"Right there now, right now....ooo, OOH YEAH, I'm gonna...CUM!" My cock
jumped off his fingertip and erupted. The first spurt was thin, clear
juice, mostly precum, and it shot out almost three feet. The next five were
much thicker and off white going out maybe two feet from my leaping
tool. They were so violent racing through my cock they felt more like
solids than liquid. "Boy, I can hardly wait for tomorrow when I can feel
that big cock jumping in my shitter," Nick said.

       Pete didn't know what the attraction was. The boy kept mostly to
himself. He wasn't remarkable size wise. Sort of thin build, smallish dick,
always soft, but a cute guy. Long hair, pretty reddish blonde. Pete noticed
his lips: reddish, almost like he was wearing lipstick. But every time Pete
saw him, his peter rose. This afternoon the boy was standing alone by the
soccer field watching the game.  Up went Pete's peter and he walked up and
introduced himself. "Billy," the boy said, and he shook Pete's hand.
Billie's handshake was soft, like a girl's. They chatted while they watched
the game and after a while Billy said, looking down at Pete's boner, said
"So you're gay?"

       "Well, I guess so. I mean, I didn't think so when I came to camp. I
haven't done any gay stuff, I mean sex, but my weenie keeps saying yes. And
every time I see you it does this." And Billy looked down to see Pete's
cock pointing straight up at the sun. Billy's little organ was now hard,
maybe a little over four inches, and also pointing up, almost as vertical
as Pete's.

			      TO BE CONTINUED