THE BOY WHO ASKS
                             (Fiction)

                                           Jack Sprat

                            
           While I'd been to camp many times, this was a new experience to 
Jesse, my tent mate.  There's something about trees, fresh air and being
away from conventional living that makes young males extra horny. Every
season I'd share my tent with a greenhorn.  When he goes home he may not
have learned about outdoor survival, but he usually is well educated in
male body pleasures. 

     After lights out, I'd share a few dirty jokes, then say I was all hot and 
bothered and had to jack off... to rid myself of a load. I always asked my 
tent mate if he would come over and help me. If there was a long pause, I 
would ask if I could come over to his cot to help him. Usually, one or the 
other worked. 

     Jesse, coming to assist me the first time, ended with his legs spread, me 
sucking his virgin cock, and my finger massaged his fresh asshole, He bucked 
around giving startling little cries and spurting his globs of warm cum . 
Spent but elated after this introduction, he asked when we could do it again. 

    "I'm a teacher," I said. Every camp year I take a new boy, who asks, deep 
into the forest for a day of educational sex. They must be fully obedient if 
they are to learn everything, being punished if they don't do as I tell them. 

     "Do you want to be my next boy?" 

     "Sure!" Jesse answered enthusiastically, still feeling the glowing 
aftermath of his sexually spent body.  
                                   **

     The next day was warm. I wore loose cool clothes. My knapsack carried 
lunch and the other necessary training apparatus. 
  
     Jesse arrived at the start of the trail bare chested, wearing tight Levi 
cutoffs. His young rounded butt pressed hard against its worn blue seat and a 
tight bulge pushed in front. White tennis shoes protected his feet. 
      Jesse led. His long slender bare legs making even strides, pushing his 
butt tighter into the worn blue material. If the cutoffs were any sorter, 
his boy balls would hang in the open.  
     If I stayed behind this young Adonis, I could lose all control and rape 
him on the spot. I took the lead. 
       We cut off from the main trail, stepping into untravelled forest, 
slowly making our way through the bush to a secluded clearing along a small 
stream 
     "We'll do it here," I said as I slipped off my knapsack, laid out a 
blanket. and reached for the colorful short feathered necklace. 
     
     "This an ancient Indian ceremonial necklace, Jesse. When worn, you are a 
tenderfoot. When I remove it, you will have completed all lessons, a rite 
passing you to manhood. If you cowardly remove it during any instruction, 
you will be disgraced, and an Indian curse will follow you for life. 

     Jess knelt in front of me and I slipped it over his head.
 
     I sat on a tree stump and motioned him to me.
     I flipped open the top brass button of his cutoffs. He wore no briefs. I 
continued to unbutton, his fly making an open "V" his hard cut prick standing 
erect in its middle. 
     He stepped out of the dropped cutoffs, a beautiful smooth, naked teen 
boy, a patch of soft blond hair surrounding his young manhood. 
     My left hand lightly grasped his shaft, my right moved below to his sac, 
rolling its contents. 
     I slipped him to my mouth, my hot juices coating his tip, my tongue 
moving erotically about. His cock taste was terrific. 
     Jesse's hands steered my head as he tried to fuck deeper, spraying his 
plentiful hot discharge about my mouth.      
       I hugged and kissed him, gently helping his spent body to the blanket  
where we lay naked, feeling each others warmth as we snuggled tightly. Then we 
slept. 
      Awakening, I reached down. He was hard, responding with an awake 
wiggle. I  moved my finger over his lips until they opened, then traveled 
across his teeth and inner cheeks. When I asked, he showed me his tongue. I 
pulled it further, massaging his soft top throat tissues while his hot saliva 
flowed. 
     He positioned over me doggy 69. My prick slipped through his lips into 
his warm wet heaven. Above me was his young male anatomy. I pulled his prick 
down and back, sucking, while receiving the pleasures of his young warm mouth 
working on my own tip. 
     I lightly goosed his asshole, making him come first, then filled 
his mouth with my own strong spurts. 
    
     Resting, we had a long conversation about a boys anatomy, circumcision, 
and taking precautions against the many diseases. I explained, as he grew, his 
attention could turn to women, but after today, he was going to be well above 
his peers in male sex feelings and experience. 

      Rubbing his buttocks, I said, "OK, Jess. Now you'll learn about your 
asshole, but you've got to be cleaned out. Lay on your stomach and spread 
your legs for an enema."  
      My penis climbed to erection thinking of sliding a tip up his butt. 
When I mentioned "enema" I watched his boy ass cheeks flexed tight. 
      I took a thermos and poured the hot water in the bag, saving a 
small amount for a later, outer, butt cleanse. 
      The bag had a long hose. I was able to hang it from a tree limb. The 
enema tip was from my collection, a half inch round, having a shaped penis 
head atop a six inch shaft of polished aluminum. I carefully applied Vasolene 
with even strokes. 

      I sat on the tree stump. Jess dutifully laid over my lap. After a few 
rubs across his bare cheeks I opened him. 
     "Easy." I said quietly. "Steady! Don't squirm!"
     I watched the tip open his hole, and disappear.
      "Two inches," I quietly murmured, continuing its travel. Two to go."  
"There! It's fully up your ass. Now, lie quiet." 
     I studied my impalement, about two inches left sticking out, his inner 
muscle squeezing with a tight grip. I started the flow and watched the bag 
slowly collapse. 
        Slipping out the dripping tip with brown streaks, I squeezed his butt 
cheeks together, helping him retain the water for several extra minutes, then 
he ran into in the forest. 
     
     Returning, he got on all fours where I washed around the area with 
the remaining warm water. 
     Dropping  his head and pulling his legs in tighter, my tongue slipped 
into his crack, searching out his anal muscle, so relaxed it moved easily 
about with each push of my tongue.  
 
     Jesse had reached under to his own prick, wildly masturbating, 
spurting on himself and the blanket. 
     I cautiously ran my finger up his ass, followed with another. He 
could not be more relaxed. 
           The feel of my penis sliding through Jesse's virgin sphincter with 
no hurt was unbelieveable for us both. It was soft, warm,  and comfortable. 
Jess moaned with ecstasy and re-adjusted himself for deeper thrusts. I threw 
my last hard bang and pulled his butt in tight, my flow spurting with deep 
consummating penetration. 
  
     We both slipped down on the blanket together, my limp prick pushed out by 
Jess's closing asshole. 
    
 "This is why I brought you here, Jess. To teach you these feelings." I 
quietly said." Are you glad you came?" 
     Jesse weakly bobbed his head then fell asleep. 
     On his awakening, I would remove the necklace.     
                                                       the end.