Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 05:59:14 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Church Camp Buddies

Church Camp Buddies
By Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015, 2016 by the author
jonhold@earthlink.net


It all started the Summer I Turned 17. Dad decided that I needed to go to
Church Camp to "stay out of trouble and learn how to be a man!" I was
pretty much sure my Summer was fucked up beyond all possible redemption.
Dad didn't give a shit! I was sure all he really wanted was me out of the
way so he could boff his new secretary without me around to fuck up his
fun. Dad and I had always gotten along well when Mom was around. Once she
was gone Dad and I barely even talked to each other.

So, the day after school was out I was loaded up on a church bus at 4AM and
taken to the wild country, far from my friends and "temptation". O'
frabulious joy!

It took the better part of a week to convince all the goody-two-shoes that
I was NOT a good little church mouse, ready to be bent into their mould. It
took only a few days longer to figure out it was better to leave me alone
to wander the woods, where I was "happy" (i.e., a less aggressive state than
antagonistic and disruptive). I'm sure they contacted Dad. I'm also sure
that he didn't care, as long as I was out from under foot!

I'd found a long abandoned treehouse behind the burned-out remains of a big
house that was in surprisingly good shape. I'd head for it every day,
following a different route so I didn't create a noticeable track leading
to my hideout. I'd strip off naked, except for the cheap beaded prayer
beads the camp had given to each of us. I had immediately pried off the
cross and replaced the fake gold cross with the solid gold Star of David my
mother had given me. They called that a "desecration". I just said that,
for a change, it made me feel holier-than-them, and offered to back it up
with my fists. After I'd whooped a couple of the older boys asses everyone
decided to leave me alone.

Once naked I'd fold my clothes neatly and store them in a little cupboard
and spend the rest of the day reading or amusing myself by exploring the
woods, plants and animals surrounding me. A big part of my amusement was
finding new and different places and methods of masturbating. It was my
favorite thing to do.

I was laying in the soft grass under a big tree one day, a small brook
making soft gurgling sounds in counterpoint to the birds and insect sounds,
stroking away at my favorite toy when I noticed the slightest of motions
out of the corner of my eye. I looked up over the top of my head and there
was a big black guy standing there watching. He was wearing hiking boots,
cutoff Levi's and the standard camp church chain, so I figured he was one
of the guys at the camp I was `attending'. He smiled. Not letting go of my
dick, I smiled back.

"This spot reserved," he said, "...or can I join you?"

"It's a free country," I said, pointing to the grass beside me.

He walked over with the stride of a natural athlete and sat down, putting a
big brown paper bag between us. "You hungry?" Just like he'd ever seen a
teenager who wasn't hungry.

I grinned and he opened his grocery bag and started doling out goodies.
Sandwiches, cold fried chicken, potato chips, cookies and other
goodies. Where'd you get all that?"

"Cookie takes a little nap with his helper boy right after breakfast every
morning!"

"You mean..."

"Yeah!"

"Damn! How about his helper. He isn't much more than a boy himself."

Albert (The black kid) said, "I listened to them one morning. Cookie was
fucking the shit out of that boy! He was yelling `Give it up, Boy. Give it
up to me!' and his helper was yelling `Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Tear
my little cunt up, Daddy!'"

"Jez! The kid really liked it, huh?"

"O' Yeah! They was tearing that bed up!"

"Damn!"

Eating in quiet concentration. Thinking about Cookie and his eager helper
while putting away calories, the boys made the whole bag of food disappear
very quickly.

"Hi. I'm Amos." The white boy said, holding his hand out.

"Albert!" The black boy said. They shook hands then belched at each other
laughing in laid back enjoyment.

After a short, after lunch siesta, the boys woke up to a stifling hot
afternoon. "There's a small pond just upstream. Want to get in the water"
Amos asked.

"Sounds good to me, dude. I'm sweating my balls off!"

They made sure their mess was completely picked up, Amos sort of scoping
his new friends crotch. Either he just hadn't noticed, or the heat had
brought on a big bulge in the guys cut-offs.

Amos, naked and bare footed, lead the way, curving around the low hill and
then back out to the brook. Albert was doing a bit of scoping of his own.
Small as the guy in front of him was, his body was tight, tanned all over,
even up the crack of his ass. Most interesting was the guys butt. Albert
had a special fondness for asses and, girl or boy, what he was watching so
avidly right there in front of him had to be one of the finest asses he'd
ever seen. He started wondering if the kid was available, and what was the
best approach. Sex for Albert consisted of hugging, kissing, frottage and
masturbation. Normal sex was something he was never going to have. He
swallowed his regret and the depression that could overwhelm him and went
back to watching the fine ass, bare naked and bronzed for him to enjoy.

The trip to the pond was entirely too short for Alberts taste. He could
have walked for hours behind Amos, fantasizing what might be done with such
an ass. The fondling, clutching, spanking, pinching and just plain
old-fashioned finger fucking. Amos suddenly dove off the path and
disappeared. Albert was suddenly relieved when he heard the splash of his
new friend as he hit the water of a small lake or big pond a family of
beavers had created with their dam.

Amos stood up in the almost waist deep water. "Get naked and come on in!"
He happily invited, slapping the cool water. Albert was reluctant, but Amos
teased and inveigled until Albert started to undress just to shut the guy
up! Amos watched shamelessly as the black guy started by unlacing his
hightop boots.

Boots, then socks, then the cut-offs dropped easily off reveling the
strangest underwear Amos had ever seen. They looked sorta like one of
girdles he'd seen in the Sears catalogue. All stretchy and tight. Albert
started to get into the water but Amos said, "No way, Dude. This is a naked
only pond!"

"Sez who?"

"Sez yo mama if you don't take those tight-ass shorts off and relax a
little!"

Pretty sure Amos wouldn't let go of the nagging until he was naked, Albert
reluctantly started taking his specially made underwear off. Amos watched
and his jaw fell open when the guys whanger finely fell out of the elastic
underpants which had held the damn thing up between the boys legs. Thicker
than a beer can and at least ten inches long just hanging there, backed up
with balls literally the size of the pair carried around by a stallion...
Amos was in shock, drool leaking out of his open mouth. Startled by the
splash of his super well equipped friend, Amos watched him swim completely
across the pond before turning to come back. He stopped next to Amos, who
just looked at him, finally closed his mouth and said, "Dude, I know you've
heard this before, but—DAMN!" With a bright smile Amos continued, "Can I
take it home with me?"

Laughing, the tension between the boys broken, Albert joked back, "No, but
you can keep the contents."

Both boys laughed, high fiving and slapping each other on the back. Then
Amos, looking Albert straight in the eye, said, "I'm going to hold you to
that offer!"

The boys grinned at each other and Albert said, "You're going to have to
get hold of it first", as he turned and dove into the water.

Amos followed, just fast enough to keep Albert honest. Albert struggled
mightily to evade the quick, agile boy behind him, totally unaware that he
had lead his High School swimming team to the State championships, setting
new record times for freestyle and butterfly and clocking the fastest lap
ever while leading his relay team to victory.  Amos just kept slowly
closing in and wearing the big guy down. Albert finally gave in and called
for a truce. Arms around each others shoulders, the boys half staggered and
fell to the bright green grass, panting for breath and drying off in the
warm sun.

After they were both dry and breathing quietly again, Amos rolled toward
Albert and quietly, not quite whispering, said, "Were you serious when you
said it would be OK for me to take your sperm home with me?"

Albert turned his head and studied the much more lightly built boy. White
boy! Thin, light in the ass, good muscles, cute, about five maybe five and
a half inch boner (which had not lost its stiffness since he'd seen Alberts
monster), yeah! real cute, nice ass, cute!, small!, definitely a
lightweight, but muscular and strong looking. Up front with his feelings.
Didn't sound like or act like a liar or cheat. He seemed genuinely
interested and straightforward.

"You honestly think you can handle my dick?"

"Well, I know I could, with your permission, handle that monster, what I
don't know is if I can do anything interesting with all that meat! At the
very least I can hold it against my cheek and cry!"

Both boys laid there, staring at each other. First Amos' face cracked, then
Albert shook his head and actually giggled. In seconds both boys were
laughing like something was hugely funny. Pushing each other led to
punching and shadow boxing. In no time the boys were rolling around in the
grass, wrestling and testing each other. Albert discovered that Amos was
quick and deceptively strong. Amos learned that Albert was every bit as
strong as he'd thought and knew wrestling a hell of a lot better than the
lighter boy would have guessed. Panting, sweating and exhausted, the boys
laid on their sides, sucking great lungfuls of the sharp mountain air, each
looking right at their new friend. Their contest had completed their
burgeoning friendship. They liked and, more importantly, trusted each other

Breathing more regularly, Amos reached down and carefully, gently lifted
his new friend's amazing appendage. "Man! It's really heavy!"

Albert grinned. "Yeah, I've heard that before!"

"No shit shylock! That's like... I don't know..." Amos pondered for a
couple of minutes. "Would it gross you out if I said I wanted to help you
get off?"

Albert looked, seriously, at his new friend. His earnest, half eager, half
scared, face and eyes convinced Albert that this guy was NOT like so many
"friends" he'd had in the past. Friends who had used and abused him until
he was mostly... alone. Maybe Amos wasn't that way.

"No. It wouldn't gross me out at all. Play with my toy all you want, just
try to remember, you bite me just once and I'm going to spank your ass `til
you can't sit down!"

"Promise? You'll give me a really good spanking if I ask you to, or just if
I bite you?"

"You, young Sir, are just a bit too eager!"

Both boys grinned and laughed. Especially when Amos clapped and said, "O'
goody! The big bad man's gonna spank my fantastic butt!"

Albert rolled Amos onto his belly and, using hands and eyes both, quite
carefully inspected his friends high-mounded, tight little butt. "Yeah! I
think I just might enjoy turning that little thing so red I could see it
glowing in the dark!" With that, Albert let Amos have a good one that left
a red handprint right across both cheeks.

Amos grunted and then said, "Damn! That was good! I might bite you on
purpose!"

A loud `crack!' followed Albert's imposing another red handprint on Amos'
butt. "Don't even think about it! Loosing your ass over a joke just ain't
worth it!"

"Well... you spank pretty good. I may decide to see what you can do with a
real spanking some day, but not this day!"

Both boys laughed. Albert rolled over onto his back, pointed to his fluffed
up dick and said, "Go for it, Dude! It's all yours!"

Amos wasted no time in idle conversation, he'd been given the go-ahead to
explore his new friends body, and he had every intention of doing some
serious investigating. Deep, probing, fact-finding! Not inhibited by the
usual "teenaged boys don't look at other teenaged boys. Especially anything
below the waist!" Amos admired the big black appendage and its supporting
cast. Albert himself was a beautiful, deep, rich chocolate cocoa color but
the bunched up skin covering his cock and balls was black. Deep, sooty,
non-reflective, flat black. Somehow that made Albert's sex just that much
more intriguing to Amos.

Still soft and pliable, Albert's cock was just that mesmerizing to
Amos. His head swooped down and he mouthed the entire bloated mass and
sucked it down his throat. Albert sort of went into shock, not willing to
take any chance of scaring Amos off. For his part, Amos had surprised
himself, sucking all that down his throat. Once the magnificent tubesteak
(tubestake?) had been fully ingested, Amos' mouth and throat went into
overdrive. Wisely, he pulled off the thing before it erected all the way.

"Well, how'd I do compared to everyone else?"

"I don't know for sure. Especially because you're the only one who's ever
had it in their mouth, much less down their throat."

"So, you liked it?"

Grinning ear-to-ear, "Oh, yeah. You can bet on it!"

"Want me to do it again?"

"Wellllllllllllll... can you let me think about it and let me get back to
you on that?..."

"O..."

"OK! Go ahead. Have it your way. Suck as much the juice out of that thing
as you want. But, if you make me come, you have to start all over from the
beginning."

"All the clear juice I want, but no white sauce. Right?"

"That's the rules!"

"OK. I'll try. But no guarantees!"

"And NO biting!"

"Unless I want a really nice spanking."

"Unless you want a really hard spanking!"

"O' Goody! Spread your legs!"

Still not sure what sort of fantasy game his new "friend" was playing,
Albert went ahead and spread his legs, wondering what Amos had in mind. His
ideas had been pretty good so far.

Amos, on the other hand, was dead serious! His new friend Albert had a true
wonder between his legs. A magic gift Amos had no intentions of passing
up. He rolled over Albert's leg and ended up nose to nose-to-nose with a
big, black rubber hose nose. The big black hose his new friend probably
didn't actually believe HIS new friend had any intention of actually doing
much beyond teasing. Albert was almost in tears knowing that he'd ruined
another budding friendship by "flaunting" what he had been endowed with,
fatally. He suddenly gave up doom and gloom for surprise!

Amos had a few tears of his own. He was looking at the dick of his dreams
and was afraid he might fail to make Albert happy. What if he did something
that disgusted Albert? What if he wasn't as good as Albert's expectations?
What if... What the fuck! Like his Grandpa used to say, "Make hay while the
suns still shining." Amos took a deep breath, `OK Gramps. This was your
idea.'

Albert was surprised when Amos' tongue flicked out and licked the closed
end of his dark foreskin. A white boy had just touched his black dick? With
his tongue? What the fuck...!

Well, the pooched up foreskin hadn't bit back, maybe...

Amos lifted the surprisingly heavy boytoy... Boytoy? Did he actually
say/think that? What the fuck had he been smoking?{{{ Eyes almost crossed,
Amos watched as his hands slid the black velvet skin covering
back... retracting the foreskin until the long slit in the nose was
completely exposed. Leaning forward he gently kissed the much smaller lips
confronting him. Much smaller lips that immediately expressed a clear drop
of, "Thank you! Come and get me." Amos, happy to do what he was told,
proving that all you had to do was ask him the right way, stuck out his
tongue and licked up the proffered prize the pizzel proffered. [Sorry, I
couldn't resist]. Entranced by the tasty sample, Amos pulled the foreskin
the rest of the way back, following its retreat with his lips until the
entire spongy head filled his mouth, he immediately started sucking, being
amply rewarded with the heavy flow of crystalline flavor/aphrodisiac.

Albert damn near had a convulsion, or a heart attack or all three or
something equally confusing. Damn! The little fuck hadn't been teasing! He
had the whole head in his mouth! Sucking on it! Hard! Like he wanted
more. No one else had been able to take any, and this kid wanted more? Hell
yeah! Pretty sure he could give his new friend all he wanted, he smiled
down at the begging eyes looking up at him as he felt the blood rush into
his swelling prize.

Amos felt his new friend's heart pumping ever more swole-up into the shaft
in his hands and the knob in his mouth. The shaft was of little concern, at
least until he decided to get fucked with it! Problem was he really wanted
to suck the damn thing and it was prying his jaws apart. A little tiny bit
of panic hit, making him try to guess whether he was going to be able to
suck this wonderful new toy/tool/fascination/obsession or if it was going
to do a bad thing to his jaws. Felt kinda like his jaws might go first.

It felt like his dick was getting close to hard. He could see panic in
Amos' eyes. Praying that the feeling of someone actually having sex with
him wouldn't stop, he put a hand very lightly on the boys shoulder and
began stroking the fine blond hair on his friends head, he eyes pleading,
"Please, Please, Please" as earnestly as he could.

Amos felt his partners concern for him, and his deep seated need. He needed
to cum, that was true beyond any question. But it went further than that,
he needed acceptance. He needed reassurance from another human
being. Someone who cared enough about him to at least try and prove
it. Amos decided that Albert had looked for that someone long
enough. Whatever physical pain he might have to endure, it was nothing like
the pain Amos could sense his new friend had deep inside. If he could help
alleviate that, well, guess that would make even a broken jaw worthwhile.

Albert reached full erection before Amos suffered an actual injury. Not
only was amos not actually injured he was, in fact, totally amazed that he
was capable of accommodating his new lover/sex partner. Totally amazed and
proud of himself. Amazed that, as full as his entire buccal cavity was he
was still able to suckle. With the head of Alberts cock trapped in his
mouth, between the ripple surfaced roof and his wrapped around tongue
below, Amos had Albert totally trapped, as if the boy had any intent of
trying of leaving anytime soon.

Suckling like a newborn, Amos saw the surprise/wonder/astonishment/joy all
over the face of the young man he was sucking. A look that suddenly
disappeared only to be replaced by a look of astonishment. Alberts cockhead
selled again as it totally sealed Amos' mouth against any possible
backflow. Alberts clutching hands and loud cries mixed with Amos' whining
as a huge stream of high pressure cum smashed into the back of his
throat. Startled, all the free space was filled and before Amos thought to
start swallowing cum started shooting out of his nose at high speed. Albert
saw what was happening but could neither stop blowing his pent up load nor
extract his by then totally erect cock from Amos' mouth. The flared corona
of the oversized organ was caught firmly behind Amos' teeth and nothing
either boy could do was effective to any extent.

Amos started swallowing as fast as he could but wasn't able to catch up,
much less actually catch a breath. He was starting to truly panic when
Alberts balls slowed down just enough for him to get quick gasps of fresh
air between spurts. When the spurting finally stopped and all he had to
deal with was leftover cum leaking from the now softening piss pistol in
reaction to Amos' continued nursing on his new suck toy. Albert had passed
out, and was just laying there, sort of quivering.

Even after Albert's whatjamacallit shrunk enough for Amos to spit it out,
he kept sucking on it until it refused to give up any more cum to his
fervid urging. Only then did Amos release his new play-toy and crawl up
alongside his newly acquired buddy, curling up next to his warmth where he
quickly fell asleep with his head on Albert's thickly muscled chest.

EOF

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