Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 09:42:20 -0400
From: figleyw@hotmail.com
Subject: Summer Games Part 02

This fictional story contains sexual acts between boys and men. If this is
not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any
further.
It was written in the late 1970's.

CHAPTER 2

	Troy awoke refreshed and hungry. After his young caller had hung up the
phone, the lifeguard had drifted off into a relaxed sleep -- the kind of
sleep that followed a healthy cum and put the body in a completely relaxed
state.

	It was dark out now, and an eerie fog had rolled in off the ocean. The
handsome boy, still nude, stretched, then stood up, snapped on his lamplight
and lit a cigarette. A shiver went through his lean body as he closed his
bedroom window, and a tingle of pleasure engulfed his big balls as his eyes
rested on the telephone which stood on his night table.

	Troy was fully awake now and his young body was suddenly filled with the
great joy of expectation. The expectation of filling his empty stomach, and
the expectation of seeking other sexual delights awaiting him in Shore Town.
Man's two great drives-food and sex-were on the stud's mind, and he was
determined to take his share of both on this foggy night.

	He put on a clean pair of Jockeys and was pleased with the way the crotch
filled out with his big cock and balls. The cotton material held him firmly
about the hips, caressing him and making him fully aware of his sex.

	The boy put his long well tanned legs into a pair of faded blue jeans.
Again, as he zipped up the fly, he was pleased with the round arc his
manhood formed under the crotch of the denim fabric. A polo shirt and a pair
of sneakers were all he needed to complete his dressing.

	Happy Harbor was as quiet as a tomb, except for old Mr. Gerard, who ran the
place, and whom Troy found seated in the big front room on the first floor.
The room was supposed to serve as a sunroom for the summer guests of Happy
Harbor, although Troy had never seen the place used by anyone except Mr.
Gerard.

	"Going out?" the old man called out to Troy.

	Where the fuck does it look like I'm going? Troy wanted to call back.
Instead, he said, "Yes, sir, I'm going out."

	"A little chilly and foggy tonight," Mr. Gerard told him.

	"Yeah. But some food and a little air will do me good."

	"Don't catch cold," Mr. Gerard cautioned.

	"With what I'm after all I can catch is the clap," the boy intoned under
his breath.

	"What did you say, boy?"

	"Nothing, Mr. Gerard. Good night."

	It was colder out than Troy had expected. The boy buried his hands deep in
his pants pockets -- which was not easy considering the tightness of the
jeans -- and walked the few blocks to the Shore Town Diner. The place was
well-lit, warm, and alive with kids and the roar of the jukebox. Shore Town
was a small, friendly summer community and most of the kids in the diner
shouted a hello to the beach guard as he took a stool at the counter.

	"Two burgers, two orders of French fries and a big malt," Troy shouted to
the counter man.

	"How many are you?" the man wanted to know.

	"Two," Troy shot back. "Me and my belly." The kid patted his flat middle.

	"Hi, Troy."

	Troy turned and found Steve Wilson standing next to him.

	"How you doing, Stevie?" Troy exclaimed. The boy was about sixteen and a
great surfer. He and Troy had become friendly on Troy's first day on duty.

	"Come on, Steve, we'll miss the movie!" one of the guys was shouting to
Steve.

	"See you tomorrow, Steve," Troy said, a little sorry the boy wasn't alone.

	"Troy, I just wanted to explain about the phone call," Steve was saying,
his face flushing red.

	"What?" Troy almost fell off the counter stool.

	"Let's go, Steve." The other boy was standing right next to them now.

	It was an awkward moment. "See you tomorrow, Troy," Steve said quickly.

	"Yeah, buddy, tomorrow," Troy answered, still a little amazed at what Steve
had said. Then his order came and he began to wolf it down.

	Sweet shit, he thought I whacked off long distance with Steve Wilson. Holy
shit, but the more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. Troy
shook his head.

	"Something wrong with the burgers?" the counter man wanted to know.

	"Hell no," Troy told him. "Just thinking."

	"I hope they're sexy thoughts." The counter man winked.

	Troy flashed him a smile. Not a bad-looking guy. Not bad at all. "I'm a
clean kid. I only think about food and sex."

	"Here's to clean living," the counter man shot back.

	Troy gave him a wink as he walked off to the other end of the counter. Now
the boy's thoughts went back to Steve Wilson. Impossible. The voice was too
young. Couldn't be Steve. But if not Steve, how could Steve know about it?

	Troy finished his food and washed it down with the malt. He thought a
minute about ordering a cup of coffee. He could linger over it and see what
the counter man had in mind. The boy suddenly felt exhilarated. The food had
satisfied his hunger, and the conversation with Steve Wilson had excited his
imagination. The summer was really beginning to shape up.

	Troy lit a cigarette as another crowd came into the diner. He changed his
mind about the coffee. It wasn't a good night for strolling, so the diner
was sure to be busy until closing, and Troy didn't feel like hanging around
that long. He got off the stool and headed for the door.

	"See you around, kid," the counter man called out
	"You bet," Troy told him as he moved out the door.
	The boy walked the few blocks to the ocean and once again began to shiver
as he ambled along the boardwalk. He could hear the surf, but the fog was
too dense to see more than a few feet onto the beach. The walk was deserted.

	"Complete bust," Troy thought, turning back in the direction of Happy
Harbor.

	The boy stopped dead as he suddenly found himself engulfed in two yellow
spotlights. He shielded his eyes against the glare. "What the fuck?" he
shouted.

	There was a laugh from inside the car which was parked, head on, at the
boardwalk. Troy had not even seen the vehicle in the thick fog. "Who is it?"
Troy called out.

	"Come on over and find out," a voice answered. The boy jumped off the walk
and approached the auto. As he neared it he recognized Shore Town's one and
only patrol car.

	"What the fuck you doing up here on a night like this?" the cop asked.

	"Hi, Will. You scared the shit out of me."

	"Hop in and I'll give you a ride home."

	Troy walked around the car and got in next to the driver. The warmth felt
good.

	"You alone?" Will asked.

	"Sure," Troy told him, surprised at the question. "What were you doing on
the walk?" Troy shrugged his shoulders. "Looking for a little action."

	"Smoke?" Will offered.

	"Thanks," Troy said, taking a cigarette from the cop's pack. Will lit a
match and the man and boy both sucked in on the flame to light their smokes.

	William Harris was a good-looking man in his early thirties. A talented
athlete in his youth, he had kept his trim, muscular figure by regular
visits to the county police academy gym. The sandy-haired policeman's green
eyes looked at Troy over the glare of the wooden match.

	"Blow," Will told the boy.

	Troy puckered his lips and blew out the match.

	"You do that well," Will said, tossing the match out the car window. Troy
blushed and let out a half-laugh to make sure Will knew he understood the
joke.

	"What kind of action you looking for, kid?"

	Troy thought the question over for half a minute and then decided to see
how far he could get with the cop. "You see, Will, I took a little nap after
work tonight, and when I woke up I had this roaring boner and nothing, but
nothing, would make it go down."

	"Did you try whacking it off?"

	"I did. Before I took my forty winks. But I don't like to beat it twice in
one night. It causes hair to grow on the palm of one's hand."

	Will laughed. "I know what you mean, Troy. I've been driving around half
the night with a boner myself." And, as if trying to prove the point, the
cop spread his legs and rubbed the hump under the blue fly of his uniform
pants.

	It was all the invitation Troy needed. He reached over and gently patted
the policeman's crotch. "Gee, Dad, what do you have under your zipper?"

	"A nice surprise, sonny." Will went along with the erotic game.

	"Sure, kid, all for you," Will told him.

	Troy squeezed the man's fly and was surprised at the firmness and girth of
the cock beneath it "Can't see what it is?"

	"It's all yours, baby," the cop said, his fingers toying with the back of
Troy's neck.

	It was the moment Troy loved. The expectation and intimacy flooded his
balls with joy as his hands undid the cop's thick, black belt. "You gonna
treat Daddy nice?" Will whispered as his lips brushed the boy's cheek.

	"It all depends." Troy's fingers moved the zipper down.

	"On what, baby?"

	"If I like what you have for me."

	The white bulk of the man's Jockeys rose like a mountain from the parted
pants.

	"You're gonna love it, kid. Just love it."

	"Be a good guy and lift your ass."

	The man obeyed, and Troy pulled the uniform down to Will's knees. His hands
reached for the elastic of the Jockeys. "Not yet, baby. Gimme a kiss first."
The cop pulled the boy's face to his and their lips met. Troy thrilled as
the cop's rough chin grated against his own still beardless skin. The boy's
hand went under the cop's shirt and ran over the smooth belly and hairy
chest. He began to play with one nipple as Will's mouth opened, and his
tongue darted into the boy's throat.

	The boy's hand fell on the man's boner and he began to squeeze the hard
joystick. Troy pulled his mouth away from Will's. "Shit, what a cock!" the
boy exclaimed.

	"You wanna see it?" the cop asked.

	"What the fuck do you think?"

	"Help yourself," Will said, this time raising his ass without being asked.

	Troy took hold of the elastic and yanked the man's shorts down in one swift
stroke. "Like it?" the cop wanted to know.

	"What a hunk of meat!" Troy exclaimed, and with good reason. Will's cock
reached up clear to his waist. It was thick and uncircumcised, but the skin
had rolled itself back with the force of the man's boner. A little roll
reached just above the rim, and Troy lost no time in skinning it clear back
and fully exposing the big head.

	"You do that like a real pro," Will said. "I got skin too," Troy told him.

	"Yeah? Most kids today get it tipped."

	"Not me," Troy said, not paying too much attention to the conversation. His
hand was busy feeling Will's prong, and rolling the cop's balls around in
his hand.

	Will's hand gripped the boy's neck and pushed downward. It didn't take much
urging to get Troy's head down to the target. The boy took hold of the base
of the cock and sucked the big head into his mouth. Will let out a small
sigh. "You do it good, baby. You do it real good." The kid's tongue worked
over the piss-hole. "All the way, baby. All the way," Will whispered.

	Troy's lips sucked down, taking the shaft of the cock into his throat, his
hand gently caressing Will's balls. "Suck it, Troy. Suck it good." The boy
moved his head over the cock, twisting his face and gripping it with his
lips so that he was able to ride the foreskin up and d6wn over the thick
cock rim. Will's ass jerked upward and his hands ran through the boy's silky
hair.

	"Shit baby, you know how to suck cock. You teach the beggars around this
town a thing or two."

	Troy let the cock out of his mouth and began to suck the quivering pole.
"That's it baby, make it and slippery for our fuck."

	Troy stopped the enjoyable task and looked up at "You planning on fucking
my ass?"

	"Sure, baby. What did you have in mind?"

	Troy shook big head. "I don't know, Will. That's a giant cock you got
here."

	"You been fucked up the ass before, ain't you?"

	"Sure, but never with a cock this big." The boy's hand continued to play
with the master weapon.

	"Come on, Troy, you can take it." Will pulled the boy up and reached for
his jeans. Together they got the tight pants opened and down. Will pulled
down the boy's Jockeys. "Talk about big! That ain't no peewee you got there,
kid." Will took hold of the boy's rod and bent lower to get a better view.
"Shit, man. What a fucking pair of balls," he exclaimed.

	"Yeah, I got more than my share," Troy said, liking the feel of the cop's
rough hand on his cock.

	"You got three times your share. Shit, kid, they're almost more than a
handful." The cop caressed the kid's big cods and bounced them around in his
hand.

	"Man, you're making me hot."

	"Hot enough to fuck?"

	Troy took hold of the cop's piston. "I'll try it," he said eagerly.

	"Get your pants and shorts off," Will ordered.

	Troy pulled off his sneakers and was out of the clothes in a few seconds.
"How do you want me, Will, ass up?"

	"On your back, baby. Swing around and lean your head on the car door." He
helped Troy get into the tight position. The kid's long legs were doubled up
on the front seat, but Troy extended them into the air as Will took the
boy's feet and spread them wide, resting one leg on the seat-back, and the
other on the dashboard.

	"I feel like a fucking chicken," Troy grunted.

	"You are, baby. You are," Will told him, his finger running up the crack of
the boy's ass His finger found the mark and reamed up the tight passage.
Troy winced. "Easy, man."

	"Shit kid. You ain't felt nothing yet" Will's pants and shorts were about
his ankles, and he didn't bother to remove them as he knelt between the
boy's spread legs "Here it comes, you little fucker," he hissed, holding his
cock straight out and guiding it to the tiny hole.

	"Ugh," Troy groaned as he felt the big c6ckhead enter his rear. "Easy,
man."

	"Don't give me any of the crybaby shit," Will said, pushing harder and
ramming half the cock into the boy. Pain shot through his body, but Troy
kept his mouth shut as he felt all of the eight-inch shaft invade his ass.
Will grunted with pleasure and held his cock up the boy, allowing him time
to get used to the bulky intruder The pain soon eased, and the warmth of the
cop's cock began to fill the hot lad.

	"Now it's good, Will. Shit, it's good."

	"Now we'll fuck, baby." Will pulled out his cock and sent it back in,
slowly, allowing the boy to feel each inch as it glided up his rear. Troy
was in heaven.

	"Give it to me, Will. Ram me with that big, beautiful cock of yours."

	Will continued the slow fuck, teasing the boy until Troy's legs wrapped
themselves around the man's back and drew him closer. "Fuck me, you bastard.
Fuck me hard."

	Without warning, Will began to stab the kid like a bull. Troy let out a
yell and his ass ground up to ok in more of the cock. "We're flying, man."

	"Yeah, you fuckin' bastard! Take my cock. Take it all."

	In two minutes, Will was ready to shoot his load. He cried out a warning,
and Troy's legs gripped the man tightly as the spunk jetted into his young
ass. The liquid flooded his hole as Will quivered and moaned with the joy of
his cum. "It's like hot piss," Troy mumbled, as the shooting cock lubed up
his back door.

	Will fell into the boy's arms.  "Shit, I'm finished," he sighed.

	"I'm not, man. Get down there and suck," Troy commanded.

	Will pulled his crestfallen pecker out of its nest and buried his head
between the kid's legs. He took the ramrod into his mouth and began to suck
on it hard and fast. Troy's legs locked around the man's head and his
fingers pulled on the sandy hair. "Come on you cocksucker, make me feel it."

	Will sucked harder, as he grabbed the boy's giant balls-which were wet from
the trickle of his own cum juice. He felt the cock in his mouth swell, and
he knew what was coming. He felt the boy begin to shake, and a second later
his mouth was filled with the young jism. Troy reamed his cock deep into the
man's throat as Will gulped down load after load of cumjuice.

	The sex party was over. "Shit, I'm stiff," Troy said as he tried to sit up.
	Will was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You came off like a
fuckin' fountain," he grunted.

	"Good cream, eh?" Troy said. "Man, my ass is broken."

	Will picked up Troy's Jockeys and used them to clean off his cock.

	"What the fuck are you doing? Those are clean shorts."

	Will tossed the shorts at the kid. "Here, wipe your ass off."

	"Shit, man," Troy said, holding the soiled shorts. "Look, kid, we had a
nice fuck party. Don't try to turn it into some kind of fairy romance."

	"Who the fuck is talking about romance?" Troy wanted to know.

	"Come on. I'll drive you home."

	Fuckin' fuzz, Troy thought to himself.



	Bob eased himself into a comfortable chair in the counselor's dayroom. He
stretched his long legs out and closed his eyes. His boys were in Arts &
Crafts, giving him a free afternoon. He began to wonder how he could get
Reynolds alone that night. I want to ream that little bugger in bed, he
thought, and his cock began to tingle at the joyful prospect of getting into
Tim Reynolds again. He bet his cock tastes good, too.

	"Hi, Willis."

	Bob jumped. He was so deep in flick thoughts he hadn't heard the door open.
"Hi, Tom," he said to one of the other counselors-a lanky redhead with a pug
nose and a friendly smile. "Your buggers in Arts & Crafts too?"

	"Yep," the redhead answered. He stood, hands on hips, in front of Bob's
chair.

	"What the fuck are you posing for?" Bob asked him.

	"A blow job," Tom shot back, looking down at him. "What makes you think I
swing on cock?" Bob asked him, eyeing the big boy's crotch but keeping cool.

	"I got up to take a piss last night."

	Bob shrugged. "Lots of people get up to take a piss during the night."

	"Yeah," Tom grinned. "But not all of them are treated to the sight I saw in
the piss-house."

	"No shit Red. What did you see in the piss-house?"

	"You and the Reynolds kid going at it like two fucking faggots. You beat
his ass like it was pussy."

	"And you figure you want to get in on a little of the action."

	"Sure. I got a cock that needs real special attention. You wanna take a
whack at it?"

	"It all depends, buddy."

	"How so?"

	"How so? I'll tell you, you Peeping Tom bastard. If you want sex with me
because you're hot for me, I just might do it. If you're trying to blackmail
me into a blow job, you can go fuck yourself. And if you use the word faggot
once more, I'll wipe this dayroom up with your ass."

	The little speech blew the wind out of Tom's sail. "Shit, Bob, I didn't
mean it that way. I just thought me and you could sort of mess around
together."

	"You mean have sex together, don't you?"

	"Sure, that's what I mean."

	"Then why the fuck don't you say so?" Bob yelled.

	"I never done it with a guy before," Tom blurted out.

	Nineteen and a fuckin' virgin, Bob thought. I don't believe it. He looked
up and down the length of the redhead's body and liked what he saw.

	"You like the action you saw last night, Red?" Bob asked.

	"Sure." The lad grinned.

	"Tell the truth, Red. Did you go to the latrine last night to piss, or to
whack off?"

	Tom's face turned the color of his hair. "To whack off."

	Bob laughed. "So did I. And so did Reynolds. I ran smack into him on the
way to the pisshouse. We started beating our meat together, but decided to
fuck off our loads instead. It's more fun."

	"No shit?" Tom exclaimed, wide eyed. "Just like that, you started fucking
the kid?"

	"Shit, man, you are up-tight. Look, sex is good. It's fun and it's normal.
Two buddies want to help each other out, well, why the flick not? That
faggot shit is old hat. Two guys flick around together because they're hot
for each other. It's fun. Make love, not war. Get it, buddy?"

	"I got it. Now, how about a suck? My cock wants to make love... not war."
	Bob roared. "You crazy bastard. Come here."

	A half a step and Red was standing directly in front of the seated Willis.
Bob reached up and opened the boy's fly. "Feels good..." Red said.

	Bob looked up at the boy. "I ain't even started yet." He reached into the
boy's fly and fumbled in the opening of his white briefs. A second later he
pulled out the kid's cock. It was a good piece of meat Long, with a clean
head atop a not too thick shaft. Bob fisted the prick. "You got a good
ass-fucker here, Red."

	The standing boy began to moan. "Take it, man," he uttered.

	"Holy fuck, you ready to pop off?" Bob cried. Red's knees began to buckle,
and he shoved his quivering cock at Bob's face. "Take it, cocksucker. Take
it."
Bob opened his mouth and was treated to a jet stream of spunk. The
quick-thinking boy clasped his lips over the cockhead and was rewarded with
four more jet sprays from Red's exploding dick. The redhead moaned and
shoved his cock deep into Bob's throat as he sucked and swallowed at the
same time.

	When he finally let the cock out of his mouth, Bob fell back in his chair.
"Shit, man, I liked to have drowned on that load."

	"That was good, Willis. Real good." Red was still purring from the joy of
his come. The wet cock was still in full bloom.

	"Doesn't that fuck stick of yours ever go down, Red?"

	The standing boy began to jack his cock. "I'm ready to go again, Willis."
	"Holy shit!" was all Bob could say.

	"Come on, Willis. Let me see your cock." Red went for Bob's shorts, and a
second later he was pulling them off. He was wearing his jockstrap beneath
them, and the pouch was extended to the bursting point. Willis raised his
ass as Red removed the jock. The stud's cock was iron-stiff, and plastered
to his belly. Red fisted the meat and gave it a few good rubs. "Let me fuck
you, Bob, eh?" Red pleaded.

	"Shit, man, are you sure you're new at this?"

	"Yeah. But I've been giving it a lot of thought." He pulled Bob off the
chair by his prick. "Put your jock back on."

	"What the fuck for?"

	"I've always wanted to fuck a guy with his jockstrap on, that's what for."

	Bob pulled his jock back up, and the pouch was barely able to contain his
boner. "How do you want me, stud?"

	"Doggy-style, man. Get down."

	Bob went down on his hands and knees, his ass sticking out and up. His
ample buns were being caressed by the V-shaped jockstraps. Red's boner was
sticking out of his jeans, which he had not bothered to remove. He bent over
his kneeling buddy and started jabbing his cock at the crack of Bob's ass.
Bob reached behind with one hand and spread himself wide, giving Red an easy
target. With one good shove, Red buried his cockhead up the hole.

	"Weeeee!" Bob called out.

	Red grunted and shoved again. This time half his cock disappeared up the
warm passage. "You'll kill me, you bugger," Bob groaned.

	"You ain't felt nothing yet," Red panted. He took hold of Bob's hips and
pulled back until his entire shaft was engulfed. "I'm in, man. I'm really
in!" Red shouted.

	"You sure as hell are, buddy. I can feel that cock of yours banging on my
throat. Now fuck, boy. Let me feel you fuck."

	Red's arms encircled Bob's waist and he began to pump hard and fast. Red
never took his cock out of Bob's hole. He shoved and twisted and butted his
fuck partner with the entire length of his shaft all encased.

	Bob grunted and groaned and pushed back on the joy stick until both boys
were moving wildly about the floor.

	"Now, you fucker! Now!" Red shouted, and let his cream fly up the sucking
passage. The second load was bigger than the first, and the fucking boy
cried with joy as the passion of his cum flooded his virile body. Bob took
it all and enjoyed every minute of it. He could feel his own cock dripping
under his jock as the warm spunk flooded his rear, and Red fell in a dead
weight on his back.

	"Hop off, buddy, you got a man waiting."

	Red jumped up, his half-limp cock plopping out of Bob's ass. "Where the
fuck did you come from?"

	It was Marty Allen, one of the other counselors. "In the door, where the
fuck did you think I came from?" The blond, handsome youth's cock was
sticking out of his jeans, and he was gently skinning it up and down with
his thumb and forefinger.

	"You could have let us know you were here." Red said.

	"And break up the love act? Are you nuts, man? Now move aside and let me
show you how to fuck an ass."

	Willis was still on his knees and getting hotter by the minute as he eyed
Marty's uncircumcised weapon. "You heard the man, Red, get the fuck out of
the way."

	Red got out of the driver's seat and Marty quickly took his place. "You're
real hot for it, eh, buddy?"

	For an answer Bob wiggled his ass. Marty took hold of the jockstraps and
snapped them against the boy's buns. Next he ran the head of his cock up and
down the ass-crack, covering it with Red's jism. Bob bucked his ass upward.
"You can hardly wait, eh, Willis?"

	"Fuck me, man," Bob told him.

	"Ask me nice."

	"Please fuck me, Marty. Let me feel your nice juicy cock."

	"Where, you bastard?"

	"In my ass, Marty. In my ass."

	"You just had a cock in your ass, you little bugger."

	"I want your cock, Marty. I swear I do," Bob almost sobbed. His balls ached
and his cock was dripping a steady stream of watery cream.

	"You had your eye on me since the first day you got here, right, Willis?"

	"Yeah, Marty. Now please fuck me."

	"You stood next to me in the latrine that day, eyeing my cock while I
pissed."

	"Yes," Bob panted. "I never saw such a beautiful, big cock like you got."

	"Looked to me like you would have sucked it right there, piss and all."

	"YEAH. YEAH. Now please fuck me." The big blond shoved his cock up the
waiting hole with one wild stroke. Bob let out a yell and fell forward.
Marty followed him down until he lay flat atop the boy.

	Red's cock was up again and he was whacking off, hardly believing the scene
that was being played out before his eyes.

	Marty's prick shoved in and out of the wet hole in long, slow strokes. He
pulled way out and reamed way in, causing Bob's jock-clad cock to rub on the
hard floor.

	"You're a good fuck, man," Marty told him as he pounded away.

	"I'm coming. Oh, shit, I'm coming!" Bob sobbed.

	"You ain't popping alone," the pumping boy grunted. He gave a final shove
and sent his love juice flying into Willis, who was grinding his shooting
crotch into the hard floor. Marty's body was stretched out fully atop Bob
Willis. The big boy's ass jerked and his strong, white teeth sank into Bob's
neck as spasm after spasm of cum juice convulsed his muscular body.

	Red's third load in fifteen minutes was a weak, watery spray which fell to
the dayroom floor. "I'm dry as a bone," the exhausted boy intoned. "I feel
like I'll never come again."

	Marty rolled off Willis and lay on his back, panting as if he had just run
the mile in record time. His limp cock, still big by normal standards, hung
out of his fly with a drop of cum still clinging to its tip.

	Bob groaned. "I'll never rise again.

	"Don't bother," Marty said. "Stay right there and I'll line up the buggers
from my cabin."

	"No thanks, buddy. Oh, my aching ass."

	"You okay, Willis?" Marty asked, sounding really concerned.

	Bob grinned. "Better than I ever felt in my life." He reached out and
touched Marty's arm, moving his fingers over the silky down of almost
invisible hair that covered the tanned skin. "Shit, it's better than Arts &
Crafts."

	All three boys started to laugh, when suddenly a loud whistle blast sounded
over the camp.

	"Supper time, men," Marty said, sitting up and stuffing his cock into his
fly. "Bye, bye baby," he told his cock.

	Red bounded for the door. "My little buggers are always first on the chow
line."

	The room was suddenly quiet. Bob stood up and wiggled into his shorts,
pulling them up over his wet jockstrap. "Man, I need a shower."

	"That makes two of us," Marty said. "Hope I didn't spoil anything between
you and the redhead."

	Bob shook his head. "I'm glad you came in when you did. You free tonight?"

	Marty flashed a wide grin, showing off a perfect row of white teeth. "Man,
ain't you had enough?"

	"I like you, Marty," Bob whispered, his face a little flushed. Marty's blue
eyes looked at the boy he had just flicked. He lit a cigarette and inhaled
deeply. He handed the smoke to Bob, who took a drag on it.

	"There's a small clearing behind the main house. I usually go there for a
smoke before lights are out"

	"I'll find it," Bob said.

	Marty laughed. "I'm sure you will, Bob. I'm sure you will."

	Outside the dayroom, the camp was suddenly alive with the din of the young
residents running for the dining hall. Bob stood looking at the closed door
through which Marty had just made his exit Butterflies danced in the kid's
stomach. He felt hungry and giddy at the same time. The boy was feeling the
first effects of the start of a summer romance.

	Bob had a hard time getting rid of Reynolds after supper. The boy seemed to
be at his elbow every time he made a move. The kid's big, brown eyes looked
at the counselor longingly, and Willis began to get annoyed. He seemed to
forget that summer romances affected other people too.

	"Do me a favor, buddy," Bob finally said to the boy.

	"Sure, Bob, anything you want."

	"I'm gonna bug out with some of the guys for a few smokes before lights are
out. You wanna keep an eye on the squad for me?"

	"Sure, Bob." Reynolds tried to hide his disappointment. "will you be back
by bedtime?"

	"Sure. Maybe a few minutes after."

	"Should...should I wait up for you? You know what I mean?"

	Bob messed the boy's hair up with his hand. "No, kid. Better not. I want
you in good shape for that swim meet tomorrow."

	"Sure, Bob. But in case you change your mind, wake me, okay?"

	"Yeah, kid. Now we better stop whispering, or these buggers will start to
get ideas."

	Willis had no trouble finding the spot behind the main house. It was a
small clearing, almost a circle, surrounded by five big maple trees. The
night was still bright with the afterglow of the recently set summer sun.
Bob spotted Marty's blue-lean-clad legs stretched out on the grass. The
blond was seated on the ground smoking, his back resting against one of the
trees.

	Bob dropped down next to Marty. "Wanna smoke?" the blond boy asked without
looking at the new arrival.

	"Thanks," Bob said, taking a cigarette from the pack lying on the grass. He
took hold of Marty's hand, which held his lit cigarette, and guided it to
his own, lighting one from the other.

	"Beautiful night" Marty said, his eyes closed.

	"Beautiful," Bob repeated, resting his head on Marty's fly.

	"You can't get enough of that, can you, Willis?"

	Bob's hand moved the zipper down. "Mind?"

	"Help yourself."

	Bob parted the jeans, exposing Marty's Jockeys. The crotch pouch was a big
hump, and growing. Bob's fingers toyed with the cock under the white
material.

	"You do that real good," Marty said, his eyes still closed.

	"I could do better with these Jockeys out of the way."

	Marty responded by lifting his ass so that Willis could pull his shorts and
pants down in one easy motion. The big cock reared up into the evening air.
Bob fisted the shaft, squeezing the skin over the big head.

	Marty let out a low hum of contentment.

	Bob skinned the tool back slowly, gradually exposing the head until the
roll of skin was below the rim circle. "That's good," Bob said, almost to
himself.

	"You like that, eh?" Marty asked, stroking Bob's neck.

	Willis nodded. "Reminds me of my buddy."

	"You mean the fact that I'm not circumcised?"

	"Yeah," Bob said. "He's a big blond, too."

	"His cock as big as mine?" Marty wanted to know.

	Bob skinned the rod up and down slowly. "Not as big as this mother. But
Troy has got the biggest pair of balls I've ever seen."

	"Bigger than mine?"

	Bob cupped the blonde's cods. "You've got big ones, Marty, but Troy's are
really huge. Once I tried to get 'em in my mouth and couldn't even manage
one nut."
	"Try and take mine," Marty urged.

	Bob quickly pulled Marty's jeans and shorts off his legs. The seated boy
spread wide, and Bob lay flat on his stomach between the inverted V. He held
the blond by the hips, and his tongue began to move over the tightly hung
nuts. Marty's masculine odor and the scent of damp grass filled his nose. He
worked slowly, lavishing the balls with liberal amounts of spittle. The
purring sounds coming from Marty's lips encouraged him.

	"Suck `em in, Willis."

	The sucker opened his mouth, and one wet nut slipped between his lips. He
probed it with his tongue and pulled it gently downward. Marty's hands
covered the boy's head. Without letting go of the encased nut, Bob began to
suck the other into his mouth. "Easy," Marty winced. Bob's jaw was extended
to capacity as his tongue urged the second nut into his mouth. He held them
both now, his head moving slowly from side to side.

	"Crazy, man," Marty whispered. His fist began rubbing his own cock, his
hand hitting Bob's nose on each down stroke. "Never had my balls sucked
before."

	Willis slowly let the cods out of his mouth.

	"What'd you do that for?"

	"Gotta breathe, man," Willis panted.

	"Can I interest you in a little cock-flesh?"

	Bob raised his head and took hold of the base of Marty's suck-stick. He
went down on it, taking the covered head into his mouth and gently skinning
it back with his lips. "Sweat sucker," Marty moaned. "Keep going down, baby.
Let me feel your nose in my bush."

	Bob had uncovered the head, and now he allowed it to move back into his
throat until he felt the blond bush hair in his nostrils. Marty took hold of
the sucker's head and began to raise and lower it on his cock. Very slowly
the blond began to turn his body until he was on his side, with Bob sucking
eagerly on his cock. In this position, Marty tossed his leg over Bob's
shoulder, and the cocksucker had free reign to move his hand over and under
the stud's balls. Marty sighed with pleasure.

	Bob's hand moved over Marty's ass, fingering the crack and teasing the back
door. "Suck hard and give me the finger," the blond ordered.

	Bob sucked the pole hotly, twisting his head for added pressure as his
middle finger frigged the A-hole. Marty's hips worked back and forward,
giving Bob more cock with one stroke, and getting more finger with the next.
The big blond was nearing the brink, and he suddenly shoved Bob's mouth off
his rock-hard cock. "You wanna swallow my load, or you want me to fuck you?"

	Bob's lips were dripping wet as he looked up at Marty. "Both. Let me suck
you off and then you can fuck me."

	"Shit, man, what do you think I'm made of? I pounded your ass this
afternoon, and now I'm gonna give you another load. I can't go a second time
tonight."

	"Fuck me," Bob said. "Fuck me on my back."

	"Get outta your pants, man...fast." Marty's cock was shiny wet in the now
near-darkness. Bob quickly stood up and got out of his jeans and Jockeys,
kicking them off his bare feet. His joy stick was fully erect.

	"That's not a bad piece of meat you carry around," Marty told him, seeing
Bob's cock for the first time. He reached out and fisted the tool, pulling
it in his hand. Bob removed Marty's shirt and started feeling his big tits.
"Funny not to have any skin," Marty said, trying to cover Bob's cockhead. It
was an impossible task, but fun to try. "Is it hard to jack off?"

	"Shit, no," Bob said, moving Marty's hand away and treating him to a
demonstration of his masturbating technique. Marty began to toy with his own
cock, and for a few moments the two boys enjoyed a carefree circle jerk.
Marty suddenly broke off the fist fucking. "I'm ready, man. God, am I ever
ready!"

	Bob lost no time in falling to the ground on his ass. He lay back, and
spread and raised his legs all in one motion. He opened his arms wide. "Ream
me, Daddy. Ream me."

	Marty knelt between the fucker's legs and raised them to his shoulders.
With one hand he guided his fuck stick to Bob's A-hole. "Easy, Marty. Let's
enjoy it."

	The big blond moved in like a lamb, and Bob wiggled with delight as inch
after inch of raw cock moved up his hole. "It's good, Marty. Man, it's good.
Is it good for you?"

	"The best," Marty said, as he smoothly buried his entire cock.

	Bob's legs encircled his fucker's neck, and he drew Marty to him and
squeezed his hole around the big pole which filled his inside. "Kiss me,
Marty," Bob begged. "Please kiss me."

	Marty tried to pull his head back. "Shit, man. I never did that with a
guy."

	"Okay, Marty, fuck me. I want you to enjoy it. Fuck me hard."

	The blond began to pump, using the same technique he had treated Bob to
earlier in the day: the long, slow stroke. The cock moving clear out, and
then reaming up full and hard so that his nuts bounced off Bob's ass. In
half a minute they were both moving like a well-oiled machine, breathing
hard, making little animal sounds and loving the hard, masculine fuck of two
young men.

	"I love it! Oh, how I love it" Marty moaned. "I love to pound your ass,
buddy."

	"And I love your cock, buddy," Bob assured him, his fingernails digging
into the fucker's back.

	They were in another world now. A world peopled by just the two of them.
The high-pitched voices of the boys from the camp, and the sounds of the
countryside were inaudible to the lovers. They were alone, surrounded by a
thousand silent, glowing, fireflies.

	"I love you, Marty. I love you."

	The blond boy lowered his face, and his lips touched Bob's. A moment later
they were kissing passionately, and Bob choked back a sob as his prick
exploded, flooding his belly with cum.

	"I'm there. I'm there," Marty moaned, his own orgasm taking possession of
his body as an almost steady stream of spunk flew out his cock and into his
lover.

	Marty fell limply atop Bob, who lowered his legs so that they lay belly to
belly and chest atop chest. Bob's spunk joined them together.

	"You came too, eh, baby?"

	"Yeah," Bob whispered.

	"I'm glad," Marty said. He gently kissed the boy beneath him.

	Bob closed his eyes and held the muscular boy close in his arms. It was
going to be a beautiful summer. A very beautiful summer.