Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 21:57:58 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: stung-by-a-bee-too

STUNG BY A BEE TOO
by Jorge Alvarez

I was furious with Bee for calling me "the best boyfucker" in our summer
camp. Me! An antipedophiliac straight guy! He said that other counselors
fucked the boys, so I decided to hunt them in my crusade against pedophilia.

I spy on Bee and follow him when he goes for a walk in the woods. There,
from afar, I see him hugging our headmaster, Mr. Trolha. What follows leaves
me speechless. The boy is going down on the hard dick of the man I consider
my ally in the holy fight against pedophilia! A married straight man like
me, having his cock sucked by a young boy!

Unlike me, who resisted and fought Bee when he forced me to have sex with
him, Mr. Trolha, who is a big black guy, is obviously enjoying the little
cocksucker, holding him by the ears while he fucks his face like a
piledriver. He finally comes, first in the boy's throat, and then, pulling
out his huge cock, all over the boy's handsome face. I'm outraged.
Especially because this bestial act somehow has pulled at my strings, and I
have a raging hardon.

I cannot leave such a crime unpunished. I come out from hiding to confront
Mr. Trolha. I call him names and try to punch him in the face, though he is
much taller. The boy takes advantage and pulls my legs. I fall face down on
the grass.

Mr. Trolha ties my hands with his tie and pulls down my pants. Then he takes
his belt and starts to whip me, telling me to shut up about what I saw, or
he'll kill me. I feel angry and humiliated. I have to get back at him.

You're a pervert, I say. I bet you're so low you'd even debase yourself to
commit sodomy against a straight married man like me. Yes, it would not be
beneath you, you scum, to shove that criminal weapon of yours up my behind.

My challenge to him backfires. He seems actually to enjoy the idea. He tells
the boy to grease my asshole with some vaseline that Bee always carries with
him. Then he puts me on all fours and I feel the head of his giant penis
parting my buttocks. He even has the gall to say that I have a very fine
ass, very fuckable, and that when I was young I must have been fucked a lot.
Indeed that happened, but that's why I'm so comitted to stop abuse against
boys.

Anyway, it's now too late and the head of his dick is already comfortably
lodged inside my ring. The big blackstud compliments me for being so loose
down there. In fact, that comes with taking plenty of cock up my anus in my
youth. At least Mr. Trolha's invasion doesn't hurt at all, though he's huge.

Weirdly, the fullness that his cock gives my backside brings back many lost
memories of other summers, when I was a little boy and one day my counselor
at camp brought me on a boat trip with him, up the lake.

Mr. Caralho was his name. He was very handsome, strong, charming, always
laughing and making fun. He was my hero. So we're in the boat and he tells
me, hey, since it's just the two of us, why don't we take this chance to tan
our asses? He says it's great to feel the sun burning your bare ass.

So we get rid of our clothes and we lie in the boat, on our bellies,
enjoying the beautiful day. I feel good beside him. His hot, strong body is
glued to mine, his hairy legs feel great against my smooth skin. He tells me
that I have a wonderful butt, delicious he says. I feel proud and
self-concious at the same time.

Hush, he says, there's a fly on your butt. Hold still, I'll smack it. Plaf!
He gives a big slap on my butt. I cry Ouch! He says he killed the fly. Now,
he says, let me rub your butt so the pain will go away. I'm sorry to have
smacked you.

Thats OK, I say, as I shiver from the gentle touch of his magic hands on my
plump buttocks. My cock gets rock hard and I can't hide it. He says that
it's ok, it shows that I'm enjoying a lot what he's doing. And I can do even
better, he says, rubbing his thick finger around my asshole.

I moan, it feels so good, I go all limp inside as he fingers me slowly,
whispering nice things in my ears, my precious, pretty boy, how much I want
you, you make me hard for your beautiful butt. Well, to make a long story
short, soon he's lying on top of me, pumping his cock full throttle up my no
longer virgin anus, giving me the most wonderful feelings I'd ever had.

He came inside me three times that afternoon. It became our little secret,
those boat trips, and I always returned with the great feeling of his large
cumloads lodged in my butt. I was in heaven. Then one day I can't find him.
I'm looking for him all around the camp and someone says that he went out on
a boat to the lake. Alone? No, with that little redhead, Cuzinho.

I could die then and there. Pain, anger, jalousy, all the bad emotions rage
through my young mind. Revenge. I'll get back at him. So I approach the
first counselor I see, a fat old guy, and tell him that I've been horny for
him the whole summer, that I can't stand anymore, that he absolutely has to
fuck me right now.

The guy is all excited, I'm sure he isn't getting laid, with so many
handsome counselors around to fuck the boys, and I say that I want him to
have me in the boathouse. So when Mr. Caralho is back from a long fucktrip
with his new boy, he finds me moaning under this ball of grease, yelling
that he has the biggest cock that ever fucked me, there's no better
boyfucker in our camp, give it to me, daddy, and so forth.

I see the pain in Mr. Caralho's eyes. Maybe he still loves me. I don't care,
I have to punish him. So next day when he comes back from fucking the
redhead, he finds me there again, now being buggered by the two Mexican
cooks and their thick pingas. It goes on like this the rest of the summer. I
become the camp's biggest slut, but I never get my lover back.

All that comes back with the feeling of the headmaster's cock plowing my
ass. He's good at it, I have to admit. He knows when the ring needs the head
back for a little fucking at the door, then when it's time to plunge back
in. He hits my prostate and makes me cum, now and then, this big cock so
thick and hard and manly. He makes me feel like a boy slut again.

Then little Bee sticks his beautiful penis in my mouth. I'm revolted at the
idea of sucking a boy, I'm no pedophile, I hate it, but I'm defenseless, so
I surrender and I have to confess that I enjoy it, a lot. Soon the boy is
creaming in my mouth.

To my horror, Mr. Trolha, while still fucking me, is taking snapshots of me
sucking the boy. He shoots as the boy shoots his cream all over my face.
Then he stops, his cock deeply buried in me, and starts to shoot not
pictures, but a huge load of hot thick cum. I feel every jet as it burns my
bowels. I'm cumming again, with all my slutboy memories rushing through my
mind. I'm back at the boathouse, with a line of men waiting for their turn
to shove their cocks up my young ass.

When they pull their cocks off and release me, Mr. Trolha tells me that if I
dare do anything about all the boyfucking going on in the camp, he'll send
the pictures to my wife and publish them in the papers. I'm doomed. I have
no way out, but to accept his conditions. And he tells me to see him in his
office later. We have some business to look into, he says. I know what he
means. What can I do?

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