Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2011 12:22:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Summer Camp Adventure  parts 1, 2, 3.

You may have read this story when first posted several months ago. In this
edition parts one and two have been "fleshed out" with more detail and I
have added a new third part. Whether this story goes any further depends.
The only reward I get from writing is to know I gave you a strong and
satisfying orgasm: something I hope for when I read other authors. I'd like
to know if I had that effect on you.

 Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com.


Part 1   My First Summer Camp Adventure

    I said goodbye and watched my son walk away toward his first summer
camp adventure. I saw his little tight butt and reminisced about my own
first summer camp--the same one he was headed toward.  A whole storehouse
of happy memories from my time there played in my head. On the drive home I
recalled the most pleasurable ones.
    The best thing about camp was freedom, the joy of freedom with other
boys my age. Free of my parents and teachers, the large and small
restrictions imposed by adults, at camp I was free to run and jump, make
noise and explore, get dirty, climb trees and swim naked. Released for a
time from the clean and organized upper middle class life of my parents
into the organized anarchy of camp was liberating. Most liberating: the
private sex games, the pleasure and discovery of what lay beyond solitary
masturbation. I played with my cabin mates and they played with me! We
explored and exchanged what we knew, and tried things. The teenage
counselors assigned to us taught us things too. I wondered if my boy Luke,
11 years old, might have the same fun.

    On the drive home I recalled the five other boys in my cabin and our
seventeen year-old counselor, named Derrick. The counselor was
good-looking, easy going, and all of us kids admired him. The first cabin
meeting was an eye opener. Seated before him in a circle on the floor the
night we arrived, Derrick told us the deal. "Outside our cabin you gotta
follow the all the camp rules, but inside we're gonna be like family, and
you can relax. I believe in freedom, as much as you can handle."
    We could be as messy as we wanted, could sneak in snacks, could keep a
pet frog if we wanted. We asked lots of questions to test his
permissiveness and there was little he ruled out of bounds indeed. Did we
have to obey the curfew? We had to be in at curfew but if someone slipped
out to visit another cabin and got caught Derrick wouldn't know a
thing. Could we curse? Could we go without underwear: No problem. How about
Penthouse? Could we sneak girls in? Sure, if we could find them. Closest
girls' camp was fifteen miles. And so on. Finally he concluded with this:
"Inside here you guys can go naked if you want, clothes are optional."
    Wow! Now that was really super awesome and we all made sounds of
approval. What a way to start the six weeks!
    Our cabin was the Shawnee cabin, so we were Shawnee braves. As we
listened closely Derrick laid out some of the fun things we could do
together. We would paint our bodies and have secret words and rituals only
he knew, go exploring places only he knew, sleep in the woods and swim
naked. Alex, who seemed the coolest camper and most experienced of us at
14, asked if we could like, j.o. if we had to, would it be all right to do
it in our bunk?
    Derrick seemed to know this question was coming. "You guys when you're
walking around naked might pop a bone. It's ok. You bone up, it's
natural--don't worry. And guys, if you need to whack off...I guess I should
say, when you DO whack off...(laughter)...you don't have to go sneak off
behind a tree and get some poison ivy on your ass. You can do it here and
nobody is to diss anybody for it, understand?" And finally, any kid who
wanted privacy while doing it could use Derrick's little bedroom whenever
they needed it. "Whack when you want, how you want." He had two younger
brothers and they all three jerked-off without any shame and handsome
Derrick wanted us to feel likewise. Derrick, so super cool! We looked at
each other, our mouths open as if to say, "can you believe it?"
    He was just like the older brother we all wanted, whether we had one or
not. The dude would allow us boys to be boys and let us take care of our
sexual needs without having to be sneaky about it. How cool is THAT? When
we climbed into bed that night most of us had hardons. Through that dark
first night there was lots of movement under the sheets and blankets, and
through the cool night air sighs and moans lingered for a while. I know I
took tissues to bed with me and used them.
    Remembering this as I drove home I felt my cock jam up in my tight
jeans. Through the cloth I used my fingertips on myself and daydreamed
more.
    Inside the first week most of us we going naked. Derrick--we nick named
him "Dee"â€" led the way the first night. When he checked on us at
lights out we could see what he had between his legs. It looked very big
and half hard. He had a very attractive body that was well shaped and
proportioned perfectly. Dee was a swimmer, a runner, rode his bike for
miles, played tennis and was generally physically fit with flawless glowing
skin, his sperm-filled smooth balls seemed packed with adolescent
energy. He moved his body gracefully because everything was so well
coordinated. And when he spoke to any of us we listened because he smiled
and fixed us with clear blues eyes and a seductive voice. We six boys
exchanged comments about our counselor's body which we often saw naked or
barely covered with a thong. That was another thing about Derrick: We
thought only girls wore a thong, but here was this sexy dude wearing one
with stunning effect, teaching us
 boys can be sexy too. He had a collection of them and he let any of us who
wanted try one on. I did and got an instant hard on.
    "How's it feel?" one of the other campers asked.
    "Like I have nothing on...great!"
    "Does it hurt your butt?"
    Hurt? No. "It makes my ass feel all tingly...and up my back too. It
feels... good!" I was getting a new sensation in that spot and it was a bit
confusing. Derrick came over to adjust its fit and cupped his hand under
the pouch. He was actually feeling me up right there in front of the other
kids. I closed my eyes and felt dizzy. The thong was too big for me and I
took it off and went to my bed and got under the covers. I jerked off and
was unashamed to do so even though they all knew what I was doing.
    Yes, we six agreed Derrick was pretty cool--the highest praise we knew
to award. Inside of a few days he had us 12 and 14 year olds in the palm of
his hand. We'd do anything for him and we all knew it.  Now, writing this
so many years later, I'm certain we were in love with him though unaware of
it. We would have been embarrassed to call it that anyway.

    In the late morning of the middle of the second week I was returning
from free swimming and stepped into the dark cabin. There was handsome
Derrick seated in a chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large
hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small window bounced off
the large mauve colored head and was the instant focal point of my
vision. Two boys, two braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor
very close to him. They had marked their faces with white paint.
    "I do it everyday at home...sometimes two times. Even three times,
once!" said Alex proudly, hoping to impress. Derrick chuckled and looked at
me and smiled. I knew everything was cool. I closed the door and stepped
closer.
    Steven's shy voice asked, "Derrick...you...ah...ever had someone
blow... you know ...suck?"
    "Yeah...." That ever-present smile flashed white teeth also. A few
freckles dotted his nose. His lips were red and moist. The features of his
face were without blemish. And our athletic counselor's body was evenly
tanned all over with just the suggestion of the lines of a Speedo fading
away. He had abs.
    "How old were you first time?"
    "Nine or ten."
    I could see the boys on the floor were fondling themselves. I peeled
off my damp swimsuit and joined them. Up close I could study our counselor
carefully. I could smell the soap he used that morning. I realized how long
is eyelashes were. I envied his torso, the swell of biceps. His pointy
nipples were dark and looked rubbery. Every part of him seemed erotic and
charged with sexual energy. His hairless tight balls looked full and
exerted an effect on me: I felt my mouth get moist and my tongue press
against my teeth. I wanted to put my face between his legs to kiss and suck
those balls.
    "Your brothers, huh?" remarked Alex. Derrick nodded yes and started to
stroke himself slowly. "Jacky was seven years old," he said dreamily.
    "Same age as me when I first did it to my brother!" revealed Steven.
    Derrick now held his cock between both palms. "Shit, I'm so horny. I
have a girl friend at school and she sucks me off but I haven't seen her
for two weeks!" As he said this he placed his foot gently on Steven's
thigh, rubbing with small tender movements. Alex reached across the small
distance and wrapped his fingers around the rigid dick. We all four knew
what was going to happen. What now impresses me so much is the casual way
we did what we did.
    Steven leaned forward and took that seventeen-year old seven-inch cock
into his mouth. It was awesome to watch and I wanted to do it too. I wanted
to experience the thrill of sucking dick, especially that one.  I wanted to
give pleasure to this older boy whom I admired so much, who seemed to need
release so much. Alex held on as Steven began to bob up and down on it. It
was delightful to see the look of bliss on the older boy. This went on for
some minutes, then the two braves changed places. I figured I would get my
turn.
    Derrick began to moan and hump upward with his pelvis. You could tell
his cum was close and would be powerful. He started to curse
softy. "Fuck...you kids...oh god! christ, you got a sexy mouth, Alex
.... suck my cock! ... suck! ... make me cum!!" With that encouragement
hands and mouth worked with more determination. I knew about cocksucking
and the things that boys could do with each other and here it was right
before me in all its erotic glory. Derrick saw me standing there rubbing my
super hard cock and motioned me closer. I was on the edge. He leaned toward
me and took my boner into his mouth greedily. One hand went to my ass and
with rough force he pushed me deeper into his mouth.
    "Derrick.... ...Derrick.... I'm ready," I warned him. I was moments
away from unloading. For a split second he popped me out.
    "Yes" he shouted, "do it, little fucker!"
    And I did. More than I had ever done, partly because he jabbed a stiff
finger against my asshole. It was exquisite. Then he orgasmed on the two
boys below. I don't know how much they swallowed, but a lot of sperm
decorated their faces.

    After that little episode we three were frequently in Derrick's bed at
night. Eventually all six young teens in that cabin had sex with Derrick at
least once: either jerking or sucking, or both. But it was we three, me
Dylan, Alex and Steven, he seemed to want most frequently.
    He was the first one to fuck me. I was lucky: he was so gentle and
tender. He was like a lover. That night Steven and I were in Derrick's room
while Alex was having sex with one of the boys in the next cabin he'd
become friends with. Steven was dead-on cute like the type that girls get
wet for. The boy was the first of us to run around naked. He had a
mile-wide smile complimented with dimples and big, limpid, brown eyes and a
mop of hair down over his ears. You'd want to kiss his soft red lips no
matter he was a boy. His cock was cute too; not too small, not too big, and
seeming to be hard all the time. Derrick had just finished making Steven
cum-off by jerking him. Then the younger boy left to climb into his own
bed. Derrick got up and turned off the light.
    "Come here, Dylan," my counselor said softly in the small darkened
room. I sat next to him on the narrow bed. All was quiet except for the
pulsing of crickets in the humid night. Some dim light seeped into the room
from outside. His place smelled of the unmistakable scent of an older boy:
sexy and musky. He put his arm around me and whispered in my ear.
    "Dylan, I got my eye on you. Ever since you arrived I watched you. You
got a hot little body for a boy. My girlfriend: man does she have a hot
little body and she lets me fuck her. She won't let me into her cunt, just
her ass. Man what a fabulous ass she has! My bone gets like a rock when I
think about it."
    I listened and said nothing; I felt a quiet pride to receive such
praise. I hadn't touched any girl, only boys. His lips were very close to
my ear.
    "Your ass Dylan, it reminds me of hers. I been lookin' at your ass and
it gets me hard." With that interesting piece of news he shoved his wet
tongue into my ear. To be praised in sexual terms like this was new and
exciting to me. And the ear attack fired off a whole bundle of new thrills
too.
    Of course I knew what he wanted. I remembered his finger in my ass that
first time. Could one boy fuck another? Of course. I'd been hearing about
it for years. Could I get his rather sizable cock in my little virgin hole?
I was a fair question. A few times when I jerked off I tried various
objects more or less shaped like the real thing, and my fingers often.
    He flung his arms around my waist and we tossed and tumbled, our
smooth, tanned and slick bodies joining and sliding together, my entire
skin energized with erotic pleasure, as sensitive as my cock. When my nose
was near his armpit the male smell of him was a surprise and my rigid dick
experienced a surge of blood. I squeezed his upper arms to feel for myself
their bulging strength. I felt his pectorals and then licked them, which
made him laugh. When I took one of the protruding nipples in my mouth he
sighed and went limp into the bed sheets and groaned. He let me suck both
for a while all the time murmuring little curses, paying compliments my
talented mouth. He just lie there and let me do as I pleased for about half
and hour. Only later did I learn what we were doing was called foreplay.
    I moved around so I could suck him.
    "Oh, sweet, sweet... boy. I like this so much." His adult-sized cock
strained my jaw and I kept at it few just a few minutes. No matter; in that
short space of time I had crossed a threshold: I had a boy's cock in my
mouth. But not just any cock. His!  In joy I rubbed my whole body against
him and got still more aroused. We grappled and tangled together and when I
squeezed my arms around him it was so tightly it made him laugh and he
kissed me on the lips, eyes, ears and neck.
    Derrick felt me all over but kept returning to the region of my ass. A
few times he maneuvered so his face was an inch from my little crack and I
felt his hot breath. I was waiting for him to ask. I was the shy virgin. I
was only twelve. He didn't ask. Finally, I lay face down and opened my
legs. I loved him and I trusted him. He wouldn't hurt me.
    Now he put his face against my ass and I felt his tongue press on my
anus. It was wild! It was a new dirty sensation and I loved it. If Derrick
was doing it couldn't be wrong. Part of me wanted to get the other guys and
show them what was happening. I opened wider and he moaned and pressed his
assault because now he knew he would have me. Not by words but by my body I
showed I wanted him.
    His anal massage lasted such a long time! When he asked if I liked it
my reply admitted the pleasure I was experiencing was beyond anything that
ever happened to me before. By that I guess he judged I was ready because
he groped under the mattress for something. Of course! Vaseline! (Remember,
I was a virgin in boy-fucks-boy matters).
    Against my boy-pussy the head of his cock felt so much bigger than it
looked. Even now I can feel it as I write. I tensed up some. But he knew
what to do...
    "Here's how to do it: squeeze your butt and a little bit will go
in. That's it! You feel that? Keep on doing that." I did. At first there
was a little pain, but the surprise was I was I pulling him in; he wasn't
pushing his way in. When I realized that my little sphincter relaxed and
quite a lot of his dick slid in me and I gasped. He stopped and said we'd
rest a while.
    The brief pain went away replaced by...what? What did I feel?
Fullness. I felt captured. I felt protected. I felt like a girl! I felt
like his cunt! And it was fabulous! The realization made me wiggle my ass,
which signaled I was ready for more. He began to slide in and out of me
setting a pace that increased gradually. I was really being fucked just
like a girl. I felt merged with him, completely surrendered to him. He
sensed this and turned his attention to his own need; he pushed into to me
with vigor. The rhythm of sexual intercourse: an older boy teaching a
younger boy how to be his girl. With each hard thrust my body was drilled
deeper into the thin mattress. Quietly, so the others beyond the thin door
might not hear, he made grunts, sort of brutal and a bit scary. He touched
something deep inside me making my cock leak all over the bed. Through his
gritted teeth I heard my name cursed and my ass praised. Among other things
I was "the best
 little fuck" he had all summer. When the end arrived I could feel his dick
expand in two, three, four spurts.
    We lay side-by-side for a long time covered in perspiration and
delicious satisfaction. Slowly the sound of the crickets returned to my
ears. That night an intimate part of him was in me and I felt forever
united with him.



Part 2   Boy of a Certain Age

    I was so far away thinking about my first fucking I barely saw the
truck coming fast on my right. Ok, nothing happened. I braked in time then
noticed the big as life stop sign. When my heart began to slow I could feel
the pulsing hardon in my jeans. I wasn't 12 years old anymore, but I wanted
to cum just as badly as if I was that age again.
    My teacher in love between boys that night put a beautiful glow in my
asshole that took many hours to fade away. As I sat at breakfast with my
friends next morning I could still feel the tingling his cock had put
there. Over pancakes we chatted about what we were going to do that day,
but behind my own chirping was a smug attitude toward the other kids along
the lines: I got fucked last night by beautiful Derrick. Can you match
that? I'm not a virgin anymore!
    To shake the truck from my mind I decided to hit the mall for a pair of
Mephisto shoes I wanted. My hand action while behind the wheel along with
the movies playing in my mind had me in a low grade horned up state and I
figured I'd toss off a cum when I got home, or, if Betty was there, screw
the shit out of her ass, one of her favorite ways.
    The mall was pretty empty so early on a Saturday morning. On my way to
the shoe store I stopped in the men's room for a needed piss. A kid of
about 14 was leaving as I approached and I guess my horned up condition led
me to check him out from top to bottom. Not bad, not bad at all. Slim, dark
hair, cute bedroom eyes, snug ripped jeans, silver studs and chain. I was
finishing at the urinal when the door opened and the same kid came up next
to me. He unzipped, put his hands on his hips then pushed his pelvis
forward.
    Ok little dude, let's see if you're serious. No one else was around.
    I turned and smiled at him. A sliver stud in his small ear. Nice long
fingers. Maybe some lip-gloss. An EMO kid. There were lots of them in our
area He was turned partly toward me and his nice smooth dick looked part
way ready for action. I whistled and he palmed his cock and it started to
grow more.
    "Feel good?"
    "Yeah...man."
    "You want help?"
    "Sure."
    "Ok."
    "Twenty dollars?"
    Despite the money deal his tone of voice led me to think he was
inexperienced, like he wasn't sure if he'd priced himself too high or
low. Since I was about to drop over $200 on a pair of shoes, that nice
looking teenage dick was a bargain. Besides, I hadn't sucked any dick since
high school so I wanted to find out if I still liked it. And his shyness
was attractive.
    "My car. Don't follow too close."
    "K... did this before."
    He wasn't real handsome, but if you liked dark skinned kids with a
slender body squeezed into tight jeans and a mop of black hair, he was good
looking. He had a beak like nose and lips that were large and seemed made
for sucking. His skin was smooth which made up for any other deficits. Nice
teeth too. He was comfortable with himself, which reassured me.
    Side by side in my SUV we talked for a while. His father was Moroccan
and his mother Italian. He was 15. School was ok. A couple of his friends
also hustled though not at this mall. His father was an "asshole." I didn't
ask for details. He wasn't gay according to his own estimation but didn't
mind sucking cock for money. He and his friends started sucking each other
when they were twelve. As he talked I could see he was excited and already
hard. And he sought grown men because we had the money.
    For twenty I could blow him and for an additional twenty he'd suck me,
but I had to promise not to cum in his mouth. For a hundred dollars I could
fuck him right here in the back of the car, unless he judged my cock too
big for his young boy-pussy. He'd been earning this kind of money at the
mall on and off for about three months. I went straight for the
forty-dollar deal.
    Those nice large lips got a good work out and when I warned him I was
about to cum, he said it was ok, he'd changed his mind, I could shoot in
his mouth. I let go with a flood of sperm remembering high school scenes
like this and because the kid apparently decided he liked me enough to take
my cum after all. A bunch of pictures flicked through my mind instantly as
I shot my load: Derrick... then Alex and Steven, other
boys... and...and... yeah, my son.
    My son. His little tight butt. What did that mean? Was I hiding
something from myself? Luke: he was very attractive. Now at camp, was he
doing the same things I did? Was my son learning the kinds of things boys
do when alone?
    In the car I felt up my little adolescent mall-whore and could tell he
was in commando mode and wet. He let me kiss him because I wanted to taste
myself on those fine lips. I unzipped him, bent down and closed my eyes and
thought of Derrick, of Steven and Alex, high school days...and my son
again. My little hustler had a pleasant taste which I recognized as Old
Spice mixed with fresh testosterone. Soon another twenty bucks went into
his piggy bank as his cum went into my mouth. The little mall rat came
easily and after so many years adolescent sperm on my tongue tasted just
fine.
    I drove the kid a short distance to a bus stop; we said good-bye and
promised to look out for each other on our next trip to the mall. He said
his name was Tom, but who knows? Then I circled back for the shoes. My
son's body kept appearing in my mind. As I parked again I made an admission
to myself that I had buried for who knows how long.

    Shoes: we hardly ever wore any at camp. Besides, they were always
getting misplaced or deliberately hidden. Like I said, we always wore the
minimum outside, and inside often nothing at all.
    Once Derrick had my ass he wanted on a regular basis. The others soon
caught on and I was teased mildly. There was envy in their teasing and I
was secretly proud to be his "girlfriend." I became sort of his mascot and
assistant, always the first chosen for the fun jobs. I reveled in my
status.
    At 14 Alex was the oldest camper in our group. Near the end of the six
weeks I found myself walking beside him after we left supper.
    "Dylan, how's it feel when Derrick does it?" I knew what he meant but
wanted to make him use direct words.
    "Does what?"
    "It ... you know, to you."
    "What?" It was neat to tease an older kid this way.
    "You little shit! You know what I mean. How's it feel when he puts his
dick up your ass?!"
    "Oh, that! It feels great! Why? You want to try it?"
    "Yeah."
    "With him?"
    "Yeah."
    I wasted no time letting Derrick know Alex's butt was available. When
word got around everyone wanted to be part of it. Alex couldn't back out
even if he wanted to. We were all pretty much open about all the sex things
we were doing anyway, so all that was left to close out the summer was a
little orgy. We really got into it.
    To make our plans seem more mysterious we set it up for midnight when
the whole camp was quiet. The big table in the center of the cabin was
shoved out of the way, replaced with a pile of blankets and
pillows. Derrick gave us some incense sticks to light. We lit some
candles. The cabin was all deep shadows and silhouettes of our naked
bodies. We painted white marks on our bodies. Someone had woven a headband
of berry leaves that we put on Alex while the rest of us stuck feathers in
our hair.
    We placed our "virgin" down on his back. He had a hardon already but
looked worried, as if he might want to call it off. That's where I came
in. I stood over the boy straddling his chest. Two years younger, I felt so
superior. I asked him if he was ready to enter manhood, to be a protector
of the tribe, a warrior, and some other made up mumbo-jumbo silliness. It
was a little goofy and I tried hard to keep a straight face for his sake
but he seemed to have lost his voice. I told each brother-brave to kiss
Alex on the lips, to touch tongues with him, and then kiss his cock. To my
surprise everyone took it seriously and followed my instructions. That
seemed to relax Alex some. "Are you ready?" I asked again. This time he
nodded willingness, but I told him we had to hear say it. A timid "yes" was
all we got. Secretly I admired him for doing all this in front of an
audience.
    Now Derrick emerged with a sheet over his shoulders and a reversed
baseball cap on his head. Sticking straight out from the sheet was that
magnificent cock of his which we all had sampled one way or another during
the past weeks.
    Keeping my to my role as leader of the ceremony I instructed Alex to
turn face down, then I put a small pillow under his hips.
    "Open your legs. I'm going to get you ready," I said
    Of course he complied and I got down on my knees and leaned
forward. The other campers made groans when I spread open his nice round
cheeks and began to lick. I made him as wet as I could with saliva, as I
had done a number of times to Derrick. He was clean but nervous and a bit
musky. All the better for me: I loved it. My unashamed display was getting
the others excited and I was ready to bounce off the walls myself. It was
at this point for the first that I started to produce pre-cum time without
being touched.
    The boy under me began to lift up slightly so I figured now or
never. With the vaseline I had at hand I put a gob on his pinkish asshole
and lots on Derrick's rigid member and got out of the way. He was on the
kid fast and pushed just the head in. Alex began to grunt alarmingly.
    "Alex," I said, "squeeze your butt checks together now, and let
go. That's what I do."
    "It hurts."
    "I know. It does at first, but if you squeeze a few times it won't"
    "It hurts. I...don't...I think...stop. Stop, Derrick!"
    "Ok, ok...calm down." I had Derrick back off and wait while I used my
finger on Alex gently. "Squeeze, Alex, like I said. Keep doing it." I felt
my finger being drawn inward. "See...feel that? I'm not pushing. Does that
hurt?"
    "No, not really...a little..but...ok."
    We did that for a while until I got two fingers in at the same time and
I felt Alex's anus relax spontaneously.
    "You're ready now."
    "Put yours' in first Dylan...just for a minute...you're smaller," Alex
requested. I was more than happy to comply. I did sink into him rather
easily and there was no way I could pull out until I enjoyed the feeling of
having my dick in this good looking boy's ass, the first time I ever did
such a thing, and to an older kid no less! With just a few short, easy
thrusts I came, leaving my sperm in his deflowered ass. "I fucked you,
Alex!" I said, amazed that I had done it. The other boys said it was
awesome. Then I rolled off quickly for the main event before he could
change his mind.
    Derrick moved into position again. Alex was a quick learner and didn't
want to look bad in front of us all so he clenched and let go until the
relaxing happened and that entire lovely seventeen-year-old dick was in his
fourteen-year-old ass.
    I admit it. I was jealous. Derrick fucked him until he came hard in
that boy's ass. I didn't like it. For the next hour or so we young ones all
played with each other in different ways. Derrick tried to fuck me before
he went to bed but I was too jealous to let him. I sulked like a little
pussy. We all got satisfied one way or the other; me, I sucked off cute
Steven. Gradually the candles went out and we all faded into our bunks.
    Next morning it was up as usual, piss, shit, wash, eat breakfast...and
before we all knew, the summer fun was over.


    Luke came bounding toward me with a big grin, happy to be home from his
first summer camp. He gave me a routine hug and started babbling out all
the great things that he'd done and the neat things that had happened at
camp. We loaded his trunk in the car and I saw how tanned he'd become, how
the sun had bleached his hair, that he'd put on a few pounds and seemed
stronger and more fit. And the shorts he wore--they were cut off old
jeans--they were really short and tight.
    "Where you get the shorts?" I asked since we hadn't sent them off with
him.
    "This kid Nathan. We traded."
    In the car his excited monologue continued. Luke couldn't contain
himself: he wanted me to know everything at once and gushed about all
aspects of the six weeks, especially the new things he learned to do. His
happiness was contagious and made me so glad. His voice sounded a little
deeper, but how could that be? He was still only eleven. On he went like a
locomotive.
    As we got closer to home his talk stopped. I thought he'd fallen asleep
but when I glanced over, no, he was staring ahead, an absent look in his
pretty eyes.
    "Tell me about Nathan."
    More silence. We drove on.
    "Nathan?" I asked again. He kept me waiting for a few long seconds,
then had a question.
    "Dad, can boys have...can two boys, I mean...have sex, like with a
girl..."
    "You mean?"
    "I saw two boys fucking Dad."
    "How did you feel about that?"
    "You think it's right? I mean, ok? Isn't it queer or something?"
    "If two people like each other...like each other a lot...even if it's
two boys or two girls...they sometimes have sex together. There's nothing
wrong with it. Why put a bad label on it like "queer?"
    "You mean that? You really, really mean that?"
    I let his question hang in the air for awhile while I thought about
whether I should say what was on the tip of my tongue, whether I should
intrude on my young son's privacy. This was a very delicate moment and I
wanted not to mess it up. We'd talked about sex a few times, but never
boy-on-boy sex. When I looked over, his pretty face had such an expression
of anxious waiting I plunged in.
    "Are you asking me about you and Nathan?" First he nodded that he was,
then in a kind of horse voice said, "Yes, Dad."
    Ok. Here goes: "If the two of you liked each other, wanted to get close
like that...I think that's just fine." It was the best thing I could think
to say. My statement made tears come to his eyes. He leaned over and hugged
me, then kissed my cheek.
    "I love you Dad," he said with quiet conviction and settled back into
his seat.  My own eyes misted up and I had a little trouble driving.
    "Love is a good thing, Luke. Best thing in the world. And Luke, I love
you son, I love you so much."



Part 3   Boy of A Certain Beauty

    His real name was Jamal, not Tom. I thought I'd forget him but I
didn't.
    At various moments at work or home his smooth, slender body came to
mind. His face, the glory of his hair, the warmth between his soft thighs
led me to daydreaming. I reflected on the way he held his erection for me
to suck, the thrust of his hips near orgasm, his quick, shy panting when as
he ejaculated. And those full lips: how tenderly he used them to suck me
off! When I recalled his adolescent scent I got hard at inconvenient
times. For weeks thoughts like these hit me at unaware, led me to
masturbate more even though I still made love to Betty as usual. If he
wasn't gay he was a good imitation of the real thing.
    When I went to the mall I found myself looking for him and about a
month later he popped up in front of me. Outside one of game stores there
the little garçon prostitué leaned, posed hustler-like, smiling at me,
just fifteen years old and better looking than my memory of him. The silver
chains and bracelets had multiplied and several shell necklaces had been
added. There was kohl around his eyes, something that seemed new. I felt my
cock stir and my balls tighten. I wanted this kid.
    "You still in business?" I asked.
    He smiled: "Sure."
    "The hundred dollar deal still good?"
    "Yeah. Where?"
    "Not today. Tuesday?"
    "I got school" Those words almost gave me an orgasm. During my own
school days the anticipation of sex after class often got me so hard at my
desk.
    We made arrangements. I would pick him up after his last period down
from school and we'd go to my house.  Betty would be working and Luke had
soccer practice, so the house was clear 'til 6 or 6:30.
    My young stud was at the meeting place when I pulled up. He slid in
beside me without hesitation. Close to me in the car I responded to his
sexuality and got hard. I told him I was married and had a kid, a boy of
eleven. That made him chuckle.
    "Eleven, huh?"
    "Yeah, why?"
    "Nothing...just...I was eleven when I was fucked first time. My uncle."
    "Well my kid won't be home. And you keep your paws off him anyway, Tom,
understand?"
    "Yes sir!"
    "And by the way, what's you're real name? Nobody's named Tom these
days."
    "It's Jamal. Tom's my uncle's name." We both smiled at that.
    In the breakfast room I poured some Gatorade and we talked a
bit. Again, he called his father "an asshole," and this time I asked why.
    "He slaps me around... kicks me. See, I'm his 'queer son', his 'pussy
boy son who sucks cock.'" A few months ago the father, in a violent rage,
threw him to the floor then sat on his chest. Repeatedly he slapped his
son's face threatening to rip off his balls. He wrapped his hands around
the boy's slender neck and started to choke him. Terrified, Jamal pissed
his pants. The beating stopped only when his mother started to call
police. I didn't want to know any more right then, but I could see a lot of
sadness and shame in his eyes as he told me this. How many kids are like
him I wondered, kids getting knocked around or worse by their family
because they don't comply sexually?
    For a moment I thought I should just give him the hundred and send
him... but to where? Home? To that? Would he think I was rejecting him,
found him unattractive, ugly even? He didn't need any more
humiliation. Jamal was anything but unattractive. How do kids so young
cope? I touched his cheek and caressed his neck. Our eyes met and... and he
started to cry.
    "Look, if you don't want to do this it's ok. I'll drive you back." I
felt I was getting deeper into something I didn't need. He started to choke
up and his slim shoulders shook. I was astonished. At the mall he looked so
tough and sexy, so street smart. Now in my house he seemed so young and
vulnerable, breaking down in front of my eyes, this kid I hardly knew. I
was a father. I loved my son no matter what he was. I just automatically
did what I'd do if my own son were in distress; I wrapped my arms around
Jamal and hugged.
    We stood there in the kitchen like that for a long time. His slim body
was warm and fragile and brought back so many memories for me, memories of
high school, of certain boys, the sex I had with them in freshman and
sophomore years. I'm sure he could feel the erection I had. Whether I
should feel ashamed or glad for wanting him I wasn't sure.
    I got him to laugh when I told him how sexy I found him, that just the
thought of his body gave me many boners the past weeks.
    "Oh!" he murmured, "maybe I should charge for that too!" My turn to
laugh. Slowly, the heavy mood lifted.
    The tiny movements of his pelvis rubbing against me signaled he still
wanted to earn his hundred dollars. He let me nibble on his smooth neck and
soft earlobe. He smelled of sandalewood.  He giggled boyishly and murmured
little sounds of desire. The mood lightened more.
    Holding this boy, it was like I had returned to my school days, to
primary school and summer camp. I started to regress to those years of
wonder and discovery; I found a freshness of spirit I had missed for a long
time. Joyfully I grasped Jamal around the waist and tickled, squeezed his
hips and ass, made little bits on his shoulders, ran my palms along his
torso.
    "You make me feel young again Jamal." He said that was good and grabbed
my crotch. We continued like two little boys groping and grabbing as we
moved toward the living room couch. We got as far as the living room
rug. At one point I could have sat on his chest but stopped myself. I
maneuvered the boy onto me, his groin pressed on me, me flat on my back. We
paused when our eyes me.
    "You like me, don't you?"
    "I think you're beautiful."
    I had an irresistible desire to feel a cock up my ass again; especially
this young adolescent's stiff and pretty one. I was flooded with so many
memories, so many desires.
    "Will you fuck me Jamal?"
    Jamal was more than willing.
    "You'll have to tell me what to do. I never fucked a guy your age."
    I assured him it was the same. Right there on the plush carpet we made
love. With the help of a bit gel he'd brought he slid into me easily. If
you must know he had an almost six inch clean circumcised beauty. Too
aroused now to undress we both just lowered our jeans enough to get the job
done. I turned over and put one of the couch pillows under my hips. He
didn't need much help. What comes naturally goes naturally in situations
like this. My randy teen was a hot little dude once he got it into me.
    For my part it was glorious to feel a warm hard teenage cock in my ass
again. Memories of my summer camps days with Derrick shuttled back and
forth with the pleasure the boy on top of me was giving my body. Jamal's
sweet little grunts and groans accompanied his thrusting, which gradually
grew more intense.
    "Fuck me Jamal," I encouraged, as if the horny boy needed any, "Your
hard dick is so beautiful...fuck me, beautiful boy..." It was a long time
since I said words like that, surprised I hadn't forgotten how.
    The boy's fucking grew faster until he stiffened and growled a long,
dog-like sound matching each pulse of his cock I could feel in my anus. Was
it three, four or five times? As his sperm entered me I pictured my son. My
only complaint was it didn't last long enough.

      We lay on the carpet a long time. Sunlight warmed us. Occasionally I
touched whatever part of him I could reach. He whispered to me shyly: "I'm
ready if you still want me."
    "I love you Jamal...honey...sweet, sweet boy... ... lover.We have to be
quick. It's getting late."
    He slipped off his shoes and jeans, settled on his back, then lifted
enough for me to put the pillow under his ass. I used the jell on his
boy-cunt, which to my delight was pink and tight looking. Any worries about
being ready on my part so soon were needless: I was hard as a rock and so
excited.
    "Talk dirty to me," Jamal requested.
    When the head of my dick touched him I told him he was a sexy boy and I
was going to fuck his hot cunt very hard, was going shove my man cock up
his ass hard.
    "Call me a little boy... my uncle...his cock was big too, it
hurt...but... I... LOVED it."
    "I love fucking little school boys. ... My cock up your pretty
asshole... I fuck your mouth..."
    As I rocked back and forth pushing deeper with each forward swing I
spoke to him as if he was eleven years old again. My words delighted and
though I could see I was giving him some little pain he asked for "more,
harder! more, harder!" The lust in me rose from a long slumber. I loved my
wife but never had I gotten so aroused as I was now with this boy. I
pounded him hard because I wanted it and because he wanted it. No gentle
quiet fucking for us! Then, at the edge of my orgasm an image of my son
appeared again--my son naked, and I did nothing to erase that picture!
Luke, eleven years old. The hidden truth of my lust! Jamal became my son,
my son was Jamal, and I put more cum in him than had spurted from me since
I was sixteen or seventeen years old.
    We lay quietly for a long time. The breathing of the boy beside me was
heavy and steady. At one point he whispered "thank you."
    The clock on the mantle suddenly filled my eyeballs. "Get up, dude! We
gotta get out of here!"



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