Date: 12 Oct 1998 09:33:15 -0700
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Submission-Home Schooling Elmore Boys

Home Schooling Elmore Boys

by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>


Two bare backs, heads held low, streaked across meadow in the slanted 
rays of the early sun; Long golden hair trailed behind the shorter 
youth, they had to be boys I hoped, while the taller one, darker 
skinned, seemed to have black plaits. The swings they'd left 
continued to pendulum as I wheeled my camper around the perimeter 
road and they disappeared into their tent.

When I drove in at the camp gate and asked about staying for a few 
days the ranger said I could have my choice of any site except 2, 
which was occupied, and 12, which was closed. Judging from the camp 
map number two was probly the site I'd most like to have; it backed up 
against the woods in the far corner of the oval and would provide me 
best access to trails. The nearby sites would have been acceptable 
had 2 not been occupied; any other site would necessitate being 
clothed to gain the cover of the woods. Well, I thought, I'll take a 
spin around that loop, have a look anyhow, just to see what I'll be 
missing. That was when I saw the two kids running from the swings. 
And that changed everything.

Normally I would have taken a spot as far removed from my neighbors 
as practical considering that at this time of early Autumn I wanted 
to be in the sun for the warmth and little or no shade so the PVs 
would charge my batteries--but boys held me in thrall, I would 
tolerate the presence of their parents just to have them near. Site 
five offered me the best combination of proximity to them, access to 
the woods, open to the east so the morning sun would, I hoped, stream 
in through the windscreen, and trees around enough to provide privacy 
for sunbathing but no shade. I stopped just past the front of their 
tent to drop my tow vehicle so I could back into number five, and 
perhaps check them out at the same time. 

There was no vehicle present and the tent was too small to house more 
than the two of them. What's more there was no evidence of their 
having been a vehicle present in the near term--there were no tyre 
tracks in the grass and the dew was glistening uniformly except where 
they had tracked through it. I parked the camper, returned for the 
tow, and was setting my awnings when the younger boy, dressed only in 
loose gym shorts, came round. 

Kyle was a homeschooler, that explained why he was out playing on 
such a fine morning and not incarcerated in the drab brick edifice 
that I'd passed a mile back on my way into the campground. His older 
brother Kronos was camping with him. Kyles two front teeth were 
missing but other than that what I could see of him was a picture of 
angellic perfection; I wondered what was under the shorts. They were 
working on a school project he said, scouting out a new trail to the 
top of the low peak to the west. Missing his two front teeth made it 
hard to eat corn on the cob, on of his favourite foods, but his new 
ones would grow in soon. In the meantime, he said with a sly wink, 
having that gap made eating something else all the easier.

Their parents, whom they called once a day from the pay phone at the 
ranger station, were tending farm several miles away. There were two 
sisters between these two boys; they were working on a different 
project. Kyle was seven, Kronos, 14. All this came out in a torrent 
of monologue from the boy as I worked my way around the camper and 
was broken off only when he caught sight of the decal on the front 
door--A large red triangle, now faded to pale orange, around a 
stylized bare bum, under which the bold words: Clothing Optional. 
Kyle stopped short of following me through the door: --Does this 
sticker what says clothing optional mean you don't have to wear any 
clothes in your camper? Are you a nudist? 

I was standing two steps above him then and he twisted his thin tan 
torso to look up under my singlet: --Wow! No shorts, nothing, I 
thought so! Kronos! he called back over his shoulder, Never mind your 
shorts, this guys a nudist too.

The boy kicked off his shorts at the same time I removed my singlet 
and that was how we got started. He explained that his family had 
moved up from the southwest last year and that he really missed being 
nude all the time. Here he had to dress sometimes. It showed in the 
lines of his tan. Kronos appeared now. A youth filling out, young 
muscles rippling under his smooth hairless tan, hairless that is but 
for the long black plait down the center of his back and the soft 
nascent cresent of pubes colouring the base of his slender cock. Kyle 
watched me give his brother a look-over: --You should see it when he 
gets hard, he said eagerly, he's got the longest cock you ever saw. 

Kronos coloured with pride mixed with embarrassment: Be quiet Kyle, 
he said, or I'll tell him what you do.

But Kyle was not to be undone. He was proud of his body and what he 
could do with it and though we had been looking at each other only a 
few moments his stubby penis was already growing as he pulled at it. 
He jumped up on the picnic table and laid on his back, pulling and 
stroking himself more purposefully now he paused and raised his legs 
back over his head. His cock was amazing! The boy was only seven but 
his erection was easily as many inches long, reaching nearly to his 
sternum. His toes touched the table top behind his head and he pulled 
the rosy glans now peeking from within his foreskin between his 
equally rosy lips. Kronos turned away in embarrassment. I stood 
fascinated by this spectacle of suppleness and put my arm about 
Kronus and brought him back. Kyle is very proud of you, I said, and 
he likes to perform for an audience, let us not disappoint him. --I 
taught him everything he knows, Kronus said, except about showing off 
like this. 

He reached over and slapped at the bare nates sticking up nearly 
shoulder high above the table: --Come on little brother, save that 
for later; we have to get on with out trail project and make the best 
of this fine day.

He went on to explain to me, as Kyle unwound himself and sat up on 
the table, that they were working a mile up the new trail scouting 
out a route and flagging it with survey tape for the park ranger to 
inspect and start clearing. I told them I would finish with my chores 
and follow them up later but first tell me: What happened this 
morning when you ran away from the swings? --We were just taking a 
little swing after breky when we heard this big engine coming along. 
We've been alone in camp for a couple of days now and except for the 
ranger truck going by the end of the road there is never any traffic. 
Then when your camper sounded like it was getting close we jumped off 
the swings and ran to our tent. We were naked then and didn't want 
you to see us. I don't think the ranger even knows we're mostly not 
wearing anything except when we go up the trail.

Well I'll be hiking bare assed, I said, and bare foot too. 

Kyle jumped to the ground: --I'm gonna go naked today too then; no 
bugs, warm sun, who needs clothes. 

Kronus was not favourably impressed with his little brother: --You go 
naked and we'll never get anything done you'll be so busy playing 
with yourself all day.

--Awww you're just jealous cos you need somebody else to do it for 
you now. And besides, wearing clothes never stopped me none anyhow.

None of us would get anything done at this rate so I sent them away 
and got on with my setting-up chores. I'd been up since three that 
morning and was ready for a nap and that picnic table in the sun was 
inviting me now.



Later...

The trail they were flagging extended from an old logging road and 
connected that with another further up the ridge. It was a very 
pleasant walk of nearly two miles before I came up behind Kyle as he 
was tying orange survey tape to trees about every fifty feet. He was 
talking loudly to Kronus ahead of him somewhere when I sneaked up and 
brushed my hand lightly across his bare nates. Kronus yelled back to 
see if the yelp of fright he'd heard needed his help but the young 
boy told him it was only a bear--a bare human that is, he added, not 
a hairy bear. Then he turnd back to me and pointing at my crotch: --I 
been meaning to ask why you don't have any hair there? My dad's got 
heaps and piles and even Kronus has more'n you and he's just barely a 
kid. 

I returned his wicked sly wink and told him I shaved there so kids 
like him wouldn't get hair caught in their teeth. He laughed and 
pulling on his foreskin said he didn't have to worry about that yet. 
I helped with their flagging for a while and then we all descended to 
the waterfalls just above the campground to shower. The sound of 
young voices drove us back under the falls as a group of perhaps 
twenty kids from the local school were paraded through by their 
teacher who yelled over the roar of the water dubious information 
about how the pool below the falls was formed and the wildlife that 
lived in the stream. I chuckled to myself when the teacher spoke of 
wildlife and wondered if she knew just how wild it was right under 
her nose. After the school kids left we beat a hasty retreat to the 
campground. I invited the boys to supper with me and suggested we 
might watch a movie and so the evening passed. 

Later, when the movie was over and the popcorn was gone, Kyle was 
asleep. Kronus told me that the young boy had said he and I made 
passes at each other. --I come in his mouth sometimes, Kronus said, 
so I'm not surprised that you might want to but I never had anyone 
come in mine. Kyle has orgasms but he's still dry. I been sucking him 
since he was a little baby. Sometimes I'd even put my tongue in his 
bum, I even do it now sometimes when he's asleep. Watch this.

He turned the lithe youngster over onto one of the pillows the sleep 
and play area was littered with so his sweet tan ass was well 
presented and his legs spread apart. Kneeling between the lad's 
thighs Kronus paused to brush this long hair back from his face and 
then he drew one finger slowly up from the small tight scrotum across 
the puckered little rosebud and on up to the little dimple at the 
base of the boy's spine. The boy's back arched even further and his 
cheeks spread apart and Kronus put his face to the crack and let his 
tongue explore further. Kyle continued to sleep. I began to massage 
Kronus's shoulders and back and as I worked lower he raised his ass 
and spread his legs. Suddenly he came up from his explorations and 
sat back: --Man I wish this kid were awake so he could suck me now.

Kyle slept on.

Kronus turned to me. I'd continued to lightly stroke his thigh and it 
was like he was taking stock anew of his position, returning from a 
voyage into a far away although familiar territory. Tell me what is 
it like when someone comes in your mouth, he said. Does it taste like 
pee? Will I like it?

A young boy tastes sweet, I said, his cum is the nectar of the gods, 
almost like honey at first. It is hard to say if you will like it but 
if you like coming in his mouth then you probably will like him 
coming in yours. Its like sucking on a lolly, only better because the 
boy you are doing it with feels pleasure and a lolly doesn't. And 
then, after a few minutes the boy gets really excited, he nears 
climax, he'll hold your head, pull your hair, and if his cock is long 
enough he might even push it down your throat. You have to be careful 
about that, take a deep breath and let him slide past where you gag. 
But then when he comes you can't taste it all that well. He has to 
come in your mouth, all over your tongue, for you to get the best 
taste and the feel of it shooting into you. Have you ever come on 
your belly and tasted it your self?

No, he said, I never did it by my own hand, Kyle always sucked me. 
Its gonna be a long time before he makes cum. Can I suck you? Would 
that be alright? Will you show me how?

Alright with me young man, I thought, I was wondering when you were 
going to get around to asking. I motioned him away from Kyle and 
positioned us to 69. He'd never done that before he said, he and his 
brother always took turns. Now we lay together in the sunset and he 
followed me step by step as I petted him and licked and kissed all 
the places that needed no attention on a youth ready to explode any 
second and several times an hour. We devoured each other greedily and 
came together in a frenzy of delight and when we each were fulfilled 
we sat together: --Wow, he said, no wonder Kyle likes to suck me all 
the time, that was awesome. 

For me it was equally awesome. A willing young boy is not what I 
usually find kicking around most camps. Well, he said, we'd better be 
going; will you help me carry Kyle back to our tent please?

Oh, no need for that my dear, he is comfortable; look at him will 
you, just waiting his turn. Kyle had rolled off the pillow and was on 
his back now. He must have been dreaming about something fun, his 
erection was throbbing. I turned to Kronus, have you ever had him 
while he slept? Lay beside him, put your head on his belly and help 
his dream come true. I went to the other bunk and slept.

Only to be wakened what seemed like minutes later by the mouth of 
Kyle after his breky juice it seemed. He was trying to watch me and 
suck me at the same time--puts a boy in an awkward position. I tried 
not to disturb him but my waking caught him off guard and he 
apologised. No, please, do continue, you were doing a fine job; it 
should be I who is sorry for waking and interrupting your pleasure. 
Finally I stood and directed the would be catamite to kneel in front 
of me and finish what he started. He liked that it seemed and hopped 
right to it and I wondered how it reflected on his relationship with 
Kronus.

Before the morning was over we three had helped each other to breky 
twice and then some. I taught them some new tricks and they provided 
me with some delightful displays of youthful enthusiam and vigor. 
Best of all was that I would stay at least another day and help them 
with their trail work and they with my writing.

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