Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2017 11:16:28 -0500
From: Josh Prim <joshprim2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cherry Breeding Festival

THE CHERRY BREEDING FESTIVAL
by Josh Prim


Author's Note: While condoms are not used in this story, the author in no
way advocates having sex without a condom. Do be tested for sexual diseases
regularly and make sure your partner does the same.  It is always the best
practice to play it safe by using a condom.  Unprotected sex could risk
your health and even your life.  Be safe!!!

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I came down to watch some TV when I heard sobbing coming from dad's study.
Alarmed, I went in and put my arm around him.

"What could possibly be the matter, dad?  I know it's been hard for both of
us since mom died."

(Mom died six months ago from cancer and it's been really hard for both of
us.  I still hurt and missed her a lot, but dad's been pretty much a basket
case.  I've tried to help out at home as much as I could when I was home
from college, but I'd never seen him like this before.  Fortunately, school
is over for now and I have until fall before I have to go back.)

Dad wiped his eyes and looked up.  "It's not that, Mark – well maybe
part of it.  But really, it's all these bills!  Plus the mortgage and
living expenses and all that.  We don't have nearly enough money to cover
it all.  And the medical bills - $5,000 – even after the insurance, is
more than we can afford.  And I'm not even counting your college tuition
which is due in about a month for next year.  We might lose the house!  I
may even have to declare bankruptcy!  We're ruined!!!"

"Well stop crying at least, dad.  I'll do anything I can to help.  I'll
certainly get a job and that should help some.  It's late and you're tired.
Why don't you go to bed and get some sleep?  Things probably won't look so
bad in the morning.  We'll figure something out."

"I don't know what I would do without you, Mark.  I appreciate your wanting
to help out.  I'll take your advice and get to bed.  Maybe things will look
better tomorrow and perhaps we can figure out what we can do."

* * * * *

Unfortunately, things didn't look better in the morning or even the next
day.  I tried finding a job, but flipping hamburgers at minimum wage might
put some groceries on the table, but it certainly wouldn't solve our money
problems.

* * * * *

About a week later, dad called me down into the living room.

"Uh, Mark," he started and stopped.

"Yeah, Dad.  What's up?"

"Well, I might have found a way to solve our money problems – and it
mostly involves you – but I don't think you'll like it.  In fact, I'm
very positive you won't like it."

I gave him one of my standard puzzled looks.  "Look dad, I'll do anything
– and I mean anything – to help with this money mess, so tell me
about it."

"Before I do, I need to ask you a question – a very personal question.
OK?"

"OK," I answered hesitantly, not knowing where this was going.  "Sure, go
ahead."

"Well, considering the amount of time you've been spending with Linda, I'm
guessing you're not a virgin.  Right?"

"Good guess, dad, but I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"What I really to need to know, son, is have you ever done anything with a
guy?"

"Sexually?" I asked.  "Well, not really.  A couple of friends and I, when
we were about 12 had a few jerk-off sessions, but that's about it."

"So you've never had anal sex?"

"No way, Dad!!!  I wouldn't even consider it!"

"Now don't get excited, Mark - I'll explain in a minute why I asked that."

"The first thing I have to tell you, which I didn't want to have to do, is
that I'm bisexual."

I was surprised, but not really shocked.  I had sort of suspected he might
be into guys from the way dad checked out some of my friends when they came
over.  And also I'd often see him staring at them when they weren't
looking.

"I messed around with guys some while I was in college.  But then I met
your mother – and that ended that.  You have to believe me."

I nodded, "Sure, dad."

"You know how hard it's been for me since your mother died.  I needed some
physical comfort from someone – and I didn't want to get it from a
woman.  So every couple of weeks I'd take off and go to a retreat I know.
It's for men – and there's lots of sex there, which was a great release
for me.  I haven't been back since you got home from college though."

"So what does that have to do with our money problems?"

"I just got an email from the retreat – it's called Camp Wilde –
after the famous British gay writer.  It seems they're having a contest
which could pay a lot of money.  I think there's a good chance you could
win it."

"Me? At a gay camp???"

"Yes, you.  They're having what they're calling their `Cherry Breeding
Festival'.  It seems they do this every year – and from what I hear, you
could win as much as $2,000 and maybe a lot more."

"So what would I have to do, Dad?"

"Well there are some basic conditions.  But basically you have to be a boy
between the ages of 18 and 21, you have to be healthy with no STDs – and
you have to swear you've never had any objects, other than fingers, in your
rectum."

I met those requirements easily but I couldn't see where this was going.

"The festival starts off with an auction, you and all the other contestants
would be auctioned off for breeding.  You can make a lot of money just from
this auction."

"OK ..." (Not sure what he was talking about, but still listening.)

"Have you ever heard the phrase, `popping her or his cherry'?"  I shook my
head.  "It's what they say when the girl or guy gets fucked for the first
time.  It seems to make more sense with a girl because at least her hymen
gets broken, but it's sometimes applied to `virgin' boys too."

"And how about `breeding'?"

Dad actually blushed.  "Breeding happens whenever a guy fucks someone and
shoots their cum into the other person – without a condom.  Again, with
a girl it makes more sense because he could make her pregnant.  Of course
it really doesn't make any sense with a boy."

"Is there anything else I should know, Dad?"

"Well, you should also know that the `breeding' takes place in front of an
audience – those in the camp who have paid a lot extra to watch."

"You mean I'd have to let some guy fuck me right in front of a bunch of
strangers???"

"Yes, that's the way they have it set up.  They want to make it interesting
so that they make as much money as possible."

"Here, I've printed out all the details.  Please read it over tonight and
we'll talk more about it tomorrow.  Although I hate the idea of having you
do this, I really want you to do it, Mark, because we desperately need the
money.  But if you won't, I guess we'll have to find the money somewhere
else, though I don't think there's really any other way."

* * * * *

I read over the details that night in my room.  Basically it was just what
dad said.  One thing that it said that I appreciated was that everyone at
the camp had to be tested for STDs when they arrived.

I'd never really thought about guys much.  Sure there were some good
looking guys in high school and college and I'd even known some cute gay
kids, but I'd never thought of having sex with any of them.

Out of curiosity, I found some videos online of some guys about my age
fucking each other.  It really grossed me out but I found it oddly erotic
too.  They seemed to be enjoying it, although in some of the vids it looked
like the guy getting shafted was feeling some pain.

I sure as hell didn't want to have to do this, but how else could we get
the money that we needed?  I knew that nothing else would come up in the
short time we had, so I guessed I'd have to go through with it.  After all,
I'd probably even let someone break my arm if it would get us enough money
to pay all our bills, so letting someone put something in my ass, while
painful, wouldn't be nearly as bad and I'd recover quickly from it.
Tomorrow, I'd tell dad I'd be willing to do it after he got home from work.

* * * * *

I did what needed to be done around the house the next day and then watched
some TV, so I was downstairs when dad got home.  I waited until he got
himself a drink and then sat down.  I went over and sat down next to him.

"How was your day, dad?" I asked.

"Pretty good, nothing special."

"Uh ... I looked over what you gave me ... and I'll do it.  It scares me
some, but I'll go through with it."

"I know it's asking a lot of you, Mark, and I really appreciate it."

"I have a question though."

"I'm not surprised – I would too if I were you."

I looked down.  "I wondered – have you ever had a guy fuck you?"

Dad chuckled.  "Yes I have, Mark, many times."

"So I guess you like it?"

"Very much, son, it's actually the greatest sex I've ever had.  Nothing
against the sex I had with your mother, but there's nothing really like
having a hot guy plunging his cock in and out of your ass many times.  I
just love the way it feels."

"Any other questions?"

I shook my head.

"OK, then, the festival is this weekend," he continued, "so we don't have
too much time to get ready.  Why don't you read up some about anal sex and
watch some gay videos." (I didn't tell him I'd already watched a couple.)
"In the meantime we'll have to get you cleaned up and make you look as good
as possible for the contest.  OK, Mark?"

Continuing, he told me, "I know a guy - he's gay and a hair dresser -
that's sort of redundant ,isn't it?" dad chuckled, "that I can have come
over – probably tomorrow night after I get home.  You don't have any
plans for tomorrow evening, do you?"

"No, dad.  What will he do?"

"I'm not sure, - probably trim that mop you call hair, maybe some other
things.  He'll be doing your whole body, so plan on getting naked for him.
At the festival, you'll be seen in all your glory and you'll want to look
good."

"Sure, dad." I gulped.

* * * * *

The next night, Dad and I were sitting in the living room, watching
something on TV when at about 8, the doorbell rang and dad opened the door
and let a good looking middle-aged man in, carrying a small satchel..

"Hi Phillip, I'm glad you could come over.  It's really nice of you to do
this for me and Mark."

"Not a problem, Stan", Phillip said, giving my dad a quick kiss while I
looked on.  "In fact I'm looking forward to meeting your son – in fact,
I hadn't even known you had one."

"Well, there he is over there."  Dad pointed at me.

Phillip looked over at me and froze.  "Lordy, lordy, I've gone and died and
gone to heaven.  He's an Adonis, an Apollo – in fact I've never seen
such a beautiful boy in real life before!  He's simply exquisite!!"

He walked over to me, but instead of shaking my hand, he simply gazed at
me, his eyes running over my face, my arms, my body.  I started blushing.

"Oh, how wonderful, he even blushes too.  How did you ever sire such a
beauty, Stan?" he asked, his eyes never leaving me, "he doesn't look a bit
like you."

"He got his looks from his mother I think, because he's got her facial bone
structure and the long, willowy body just like she had."

"Stand up and turn around, boy," Phillip told me, "and let me see what you
look like from the back."

I turned like he asked feeling more and more embarrassed.

"You've got great posture, Mark, and an excellent physique with plenty of
muscles without looking like a hunk.  Moreover, you've got an extremely
cute face with sort of the look of a choir boy.  You're a gay guy's dream!"

Phillip looked over at my father, "Tell me again why we're doing this,
Stan."

"I'm entering him in the Cherry Breeding Festival up at Camp Wilde this
weekend.  We desperately need the money and Mark has agreed to do it."

Phillip turned to me again, "Are you gay, Mark?"

"No, sir, I'm not.  But like dad said, we need the money."

"You've got a great son here, Stan.  You're very lucky."

"I know, Phil, thanks.  Why don't you and Mark go in the den while I stay
here and watch TV.  If you need anything, I'm sure Mark can find it for
you."

Phil picked up his satchel and followed me into the den and we shut the
door for some privacy.

"OK, let's see what we need to do to you, Mark.  Your hair's auburn, almost
red, and goes well with your dark brown eyes and your beautiful tan –
you must spend a lot of time in the sun.  I think we should go for the `boy
next door' look.  So I'll need to trim your hair some and use some mousse
on it to give you a little sort of naughty look.  I'll leave your hair
somewhat long in front so you'll have some bangs, raise your side burns a
little and block your hair in back, leaving enough so that a guy could pull
on it if he wants to.  I love getting my hair pulled on when I'm being
fucked."

I couldn't believe he'd said that, but I have to say the image that formed
in my mind was undeniably erotic.

"I love those long eye lashes of yours, Marky-boy.  I'd love it if you'd
bat them for me."

Just for fun, I batted my eyelashes at him.

He pretended to swoon and I laughed.  He gave me a goofy smile.  I found
that I liked him – he was a fun guy.

"I really need to see the rest of you too, so, take off your clothes,
honey, and let me see all you've got."

I pulled my t-shirt it off, and he smiled.

"All of them, sugar.  Your groin and your ass and those long sexy legs of
yours are going to be on display too."

I'd never been nude in front of a gay guy before.  Of course in the school
showers sometimes maybe but that didn't count.  So I took off the rest of
my clothes but covered my dick with my hands.

"Shy, huh?" he smiled.  "Man, if you've got what I think you've got, you
need to flaunt it, not hide it."

"Well, I'll see it soon enough as I go to work on you, so make yourself
happy in the meantime," he told me with a lecherous grin.

Phillip walked around me scanning my body, at times running his hand over
my skin – even over my ass cheeks..  I didn't feel he was perving me
exactly, but I also thought he was having fun seeing my reactions.

Finally he told me, "You're pretty smooth all over with just a little chest
hair, the treasure trail from your navel to your groin and some more on
your shoulders and back that we'll have to get rid of and of course some on
your ass.  We'll leave the treasure trail alone, I always find that
incredibly sexy in a boy.  Now place your hands over your head – in
other words, `reach for the sky, boy'!"  And he pointed his finger at me
like it was a gun.

Laughing, without thinking, I raised my hands over my head.

"Good, I'm glad you don't shave your pits – oh and a great cock too!" he
said with a laugh.  He knew he'd tricked me.

Flustered I quickly lowered my hands again, but he batted them away.  "Get
those hands back up, cutie.  People are going to see you in the
all-together soon enough, so get used to being looked at in the nude.
Seriously!"

"Now back to your pits. A lot of guys like a hairy arm pit, but you've
almost got a forest there.  I'll have to trim them, but leave enough to
turn the guys at Camp Wilde on."

Next he looked down at my groin and ran a finger through my pubes,
sometimes moving my dick out of the way.  It felt weird, but it seemed
almost clinical, so I didn't object.

"I'll definitely have to trim your pubes but not one of those fancy jobs
that'd make you look like a porn star..  Now turn around and bend over, I
need to see that pretty ass of yours."

I did as told and then I felt his finger slide up my ass crack and I jumped
away.

He laughed at that.  "Man it's a crying shame you've let that beautiful ass
stay cherry for so long.  By the time I was your age, I'd had so many dicks
up there, I became bow-legged."

Phillip walked away from me with his legs curved and spread apart.  It was
so funny, I actually giggled.

"People didn't realize that I didn't get that way by riding horses, but
rather by riding hard cocks."  Phillip chuckled.  "Lord, I love a hard cock
up my ass."

I blushed again as my imagination formed a picture in my mind.

"Anyhow, It's clear we'll have to shave your ass, you don't want to get any
hairs there caught by some dick sliding in and out.  Believe me, that can
hurt some."

"Uh, Phillip, when I do get a dick in me, how much is it going to hurt?"

"I won't lie to you, Mark," he got serious, "it depends on how it's done
really.  If the other guy takes it easy on you and goes slowly, it probably
won't be too bad – but if he forces it, it'll feel like you're being
torn open and it'll hurt like hell!  The pain will go away after a few
minutes though, maybe sooner.  You just have to take it – and I'm sure
you'll be able to."

"But," he smiled, "after the pain leaves and his dick starts hitting the
right places, you'll start seeing stars – that's why I love it so much.
It's really an unbelievable feeling."

He got busy and went to work on me.  It didn't take long – maybe 40
minutes, but I must admit I did look better when I looked in a mirror after
he'd finished.

"How much are you going to charge dad for this, Phillip?" I wanted to know.

He licked his lips – it was clear he'd already been thinking about this.
"Well, normally I charge around $100 for this, sometimes more, but," he
grinned, "if you let me blow you, there'll be no charge."  He reached down
and stroked my shaft as he said this.

I thought about it, actually only for a second or two.  We didn't need to
spend $100 or more and I was horned up already from all the touching he had
done from trimming and shaving me – and now stroking me, so what the
hell: "Go for it!"

Phillip led me over to the chair where he had cut my hair.  "You need to
sit down for this, but slide to the front of the chair so your ass hangs
over it."

He went over to his bag and pulled out a small tube which I guessed was
lube, but I couldn't figure out what he'd want that for.  He took the cap
off, kneeled down in front of me, took some lube on his hand, placing the
tube in front of him.

He took my rod in his now lubed hand and stroked me for about a minute,
watching my dick get longer and harder.

"Nice, I'll bet you're 8" at least.  I wish I could take it in my ass, but
that wasn't the deal, and besides I really want to blow you anyway."

He leaned over and licked around the glans, watching the expression of pure
pleasure come over my face as he did so.  Then he slipped his lips over the
head, sucking lightly.  I moaned.  He licked up and down my shaft, kissing
here and there at the same time.  Then his mouth covered my cock again, he
took a deep breath through his nose and slid his lips down my shaft, slowly
inch by inch until he had about 6" of it deep inside his mouth.  It felt so
wonderful!  He breathed some more and I could see his throat muscles
working and miraculously, his throat opened up and he took in the final 2"
until his nose was in my pubes.

I tensed up, expecting to cum, and he quickly reacted by moving his head
back until my dick fell from his mouth, dripping with his saliva.

"Feel good, Marky boy?" he asked.

All I could do was nod.  I'd had blow jobs from some of the girls I'd
dated, but nothing to compare to this.

Picking up the lube again, he put some more on his fingers, and then
lowered his mouth again onto my aching rod.  I closed my eyes, reveling in
the warmth of his mouth, when I felt his hand sliding under my balls to my
ass.  He began sliding his mouth up and down on me and at the same time his
fingers were probing for my hole.  Finding it, he rubbed his lubed fingers
around and around it, greasing it and giving me unbelievable pleasure as
well.  He began sucking my dick earnestly while his finger was pushing
against my entrance.

He pulled his mouth off me, looked up and spoke, "I can tell you have a
seriously tight ass, Mark.  Relax and push out and let my finger in."

He stroked my dick and played with my nipples while I tried to do what he
asked.  Suddenly I felt his finger slip inside me.  He pushed it in as far
as he could and then he added a second, using them to expand my opening.

"That's a good boy, Mark.  Take my fingers deep inside."

He stroked me some more until the head of my cock was a dark purple and
then he took my shaft into his mouth once again.  His fingers were no
longer stroking my insides, but were instead sliding in and out of my ass.

Suddenly with my cock deep in his throat, I felt an incredible pressure on
it.  His mouth was acting like a vacuum and I had no control over myself.
It was like an irresistible suction that went all the way down to the root
of my cock and I could feel my sperm answering the call. "Oh God! Yes!!", I
cried and grabbed Phil's head as my cum suddenly shot out of my dick head
in great gobs, coating his throat, his tongue, his whole mouth!

Phil kept his lips tightly closed around my dick and I could see his throat
muscles swallowing every blast, time and time again.  He had completely
drained me - in more ways than one.

I collapsed back into the chair, totally spent.

"What the Hell was that??!" I asked after I caught my breath and I looking
at him with amazement.  He was still on his knees with some of my cum
dripping from his chin and more coating his lips.

"Oh you know, just one of my patented blow jobs," he answered with a cum
covered smile.

"Oh God!!! That was so good!" I gasped.  "I'd love to have you do it again
sometime!!"

"Anytime, Mark, just have your dad give me a call and I'll be over in a
flash!  Believe me when I tell you that your cum tasted so good, I really
think we could market it!" He laughed.

After we had gone into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up some, we went
back into the living room where he showed me off to my dad.

"Stan, you've got one stunning son.  I only wish I could bid on him myself,
but I really doubt if I could afford him.  I do think I will come up to the
festival this weekend though.  I'd really love to see him be fucked."

"Thanks, Phillip, I really appreciate it," my dad with a stone face.  "How
much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, Stan - Mark already took care of it.  And let me tell you, he's
damn tasty!!"

Dad saw my flushed face and gave me a slight smile - I didn't say anything.
He turned back to Phillip, and then used one of his fingers to swipe at a
spot on Phillip's chin and sucked the bit of cum off of his finger.  "It
seems you missed a spot, Phil."  He licked his lips,. "Yes, I see what you
mean about him being tasty," he said with a smile.

I blushed again.  (Damn, I'm certainly blushing a lot today!)

Dad and Phillip went out onto the front porch and started chatting.  It
seemed that they were done with me.  I felt a little weak after that
blowjob, so I went upstairs to lie down for awhile.

* * * * *

Saturday finally arrived.  It took about an hour to get up to Camp Wilde.
Dad had already reserved a cabin for us for the weekend, but before we
could get into the cabin, they had to test us for STDs – they would let
us know later if there were any problems.  After that we got the keys to
our cabin and moved in.  Finally we went back into the office to register
me to be auctioned.

The guy at the desk looked me over with approval and gave us the forms to
fill out, including the one about never having been penetrated.  He had me
hold up my hand and swear that it was true and accurate.  Then he notarized
the document.

"The auction will start tonight at 8 pm," he told us.  "Be there by at
least 7:30 to get ready and for any further instructions.  We will have
about 11 boys to be auctioned and Mark is boy #7, so he probably won't go
up for auction until about 10.  You've got one fine looking boy in Mark,
Mr. Thomas.  I may even bid on him myself," he said with a smile.

We had dinner about an hour later.  Afterwards, I took a shower, washed my
hair and we were able to leave by 7 and arrived at the lodge where the
auction would be soon after.

Dad got the instructions and they were pretty simple.  When called, walk
out to the center of the stage – naked, raise your arms over your head
(so the crowd can ogle your armpits, I guessed), turn around, bend over and
spread your ass cheeks so they can see your asshole, then finally turn back
around and stroke yourself to a full erection (without cumming), so they
can measure you and announce the results to the audience.  Shortly after
that, the bidding would start and you just stand there (like a piece of
meat).

I was nervous as hell and thought most of the boys backstage with me were
really good looking – and they seemed just as nervous as I was.  We all
had shorts on, so I couldn't see their dicks (not that I really wanted to).

It wasn't long before the man who was the Master of Ceremonies and
Auctioneer walked out onto the stage.  The audience roared, eager to get
started.  Dad peeked out into the auditorium and told me the place was
packed.  He said there had to be at least 300 guys out there.  We found we
could watch what was happening from the wings along with some of the other
contestants.

The guy on the stage cracked a few jokes and then announced the start of
the auction.  Number one was a guy named Isaiah Walton.  He was a little
taller than me, about 6'1", maybe 180 lbs, so a little hefty (I'm 5'10",
142 myself) – he looked like a football player.  He seemed very proud of
his body, didn't seem at all nervous, went through the routine and stroked
himself to a magnificent erection.  He was measured and it was announced
that he had 7.5".  Then the bidding started.

The auctioneer started the bidding at $50 and it quickly went up to $300,
finally ending at $400.  The winning bidder walked up to the stage and
shook hands with Isaiah – gazing over his body and patting his ass.  The
bidder looked about 55 and in decent shape, but it didn't look like he
worked out much.

The second and third boys went for about $300 each.  The fourth boy was
very good, looked great and was very sexy.  He measured 7" and got a lot of
attention from the audience.  He went for a surprising $1,000, the highest
bid so far.  The winning bidder was a hunk – about 6'6" with lots of
bulging muscles in his arms and legs.  I'm sure when this kid got fucked by
him, he'd look like a toy at the end of probably a 9" dick.  I hoped I
wasn't won by someone like that guy.

The fifth and sixth biddings ended at $500 and $600 respectively – and
then it was my turn.

My dad whispered in my ear, "Just relax, Mark, you're going to do better
than any of those previous boys."

"And now," the auctioneer said loudly, "we have boy #7, MARK THOMAS!"

I took off my shorts and stepped out onto the stage and tried to walk
confidently across the floor.  I had a smile frozen on my face.  There were
a lot of excited murmurs from the audience and then someone shouted out,
"God, he's a dream!" and another yelled, "He's hotter than hell!"  I kept
going to the center of the stage, face the audience and raised my hands
over my head as instructed.  Then I turned, bent over and spread my cheeks
and I heard someone in the front row exclaim, "God, I'd love to stick my
dick in that!"

Finally, I turned and began stroking.  I was worried that I wouldn't get
hard and my dick didn't seem to respond at first.  I closed my eyes and
imagined I was fucking my girl friend.  By the time I got to where I was
cumming in her pussy, I opened my eyes and saw that I was fully hard and my
cockhead was a dark purple.  The auctioneer quickly moved over and measured
me, then turned to the audience and gave his result: "Mark Thomas measures
a little over 8" ".

The crowd erupted and it took a few minutes for them to quiet down.  Then
the bidding started – it was very enthusiastic and quickly reached
$1,000.  I thought it would end there but there were three or four guys
still bidding.  I was amazed when it reached $3,000 and yet there were
still two bidders who hoped to get me.  They bid against each other in $200
increments until finally one of them gave up at $5,000.  I almost swooned
at that amount – we only would get half of that, but it would go a long
way towards solving our money problems.  Suddenly I was glad I had agreed
to participate.

I was eager to see what the winning bidder would look like.

When he reached the stage, I saw he was an extremely fit, professional
looking guy about 40 with a very friendly face.  He shook my hand while
obviously taking a closer look at my body.

"I'm Blake Williams, Mark. I'm very happy to meet you and I think I'm a
very lucky guy!"

We were cheered off the stage and met with my father who had been waiting
in the wings – he was ecstatic.

"You have an extremely beautiful boy, Mr. Thomas.  You must be very proud
of him," he told dad as I put my clothes back on.

We all went out and got some coffee and dessert and discussed what would
happen next.

Mr. Williams told us, "I've done this before, so I know what I'm saying,
but never with a boy as beautiful or as sexy as Mark.  Our `performance'
will be scheduled around 4 pm tomorrow afternoon, so we'll have time to
rehearse tomorrow morning."

"Rehearse?" I asked.

"Sure, you've never had anal sex before and we don't even know each other.
You have to get comfortable with me and with me handling your body – and
believe me, I will handle it.  I can't actually fuck you tomorrow morning -
but we can simulate it and rehearse the three required positions: doggy,
missionary, and reverse cowboy."

"What's `reverse cowboy?'", I asked.

"I'm sure your dad can explain it to you – or I will when we rehearse.
Now I've got to go, it's late and I'm going to need a good night's sleep
before tomorrow."

Before he got up, he put his hand over my crotch and gave it a good
squeeze.

He asked what cabin we were in, got up and shook our hands again. "See you
at 9 tomorrow.  I hope you're looking forward to it, Mark – I know I
am!!!," he said with lust in his eyes and then he was gone.

* * * * *

Shortly before 9 the next morning, there was a knock on the door. I opened
the door and it was Blake, looking fresh and relaxed.

"Hi, Mr. Williams, I guess you're ready, huh?"

"I sure am, Mark, can I come in?  And call me Blake, since we're going to
get to know each other very well," he said with a smile.

"Of course, Blake," I opened the door wider and he came in.

"I see that it looks just like my cabin, that's good – plenty of room."

"Is your father here?"

"Uh, no.  I thought he would be, but he went out last night and hasn't come
back.  I guess he figured I'd be alright by myself.  And it seems he's been
up here before, so I'm guessing he found something fun to do."

Blake laughed, "Yes, that's quite possible around here.  Is your father
gay, Mark?"

I frowned, "I guess so, although I never knew it until a few days ago.
But, if it makes him happy ... "

"That's the right attitude, Mark.  Life is short and we need to make hay
while we can."

"So, are you ready to get started?  But first, tell me about yourself.  I
don't know anything but your name and what I saw on stage last night."

"Well, I'm 19 and I've just finished my first year in college.  Dad and I
live by ourselves.  Mom died six months ago from cancer.  That's mainly why
I'm doing this - we badly need the money to pay off the medical bills."

"Oh, God," Blake said, "that's horrible, I had no idea, I'm so sorry!"

I teared up some and Blake wrapped his strong arms around me.  I found it
very comforting.. After a few minutes, I was ready to continue, even though
I was still a little choked up.

"I have quite a few friends – and I hope they never find out about this
– especially my girl friend – she would absolutely freak!!"

"I take it you're not a virgin then."

I nodded.

"Do you think there's any chance you'll enjoy what's going to happen later
today, Mark?"

"No, it's not likely, but dad says he likes it a lot, so who knows?  Right
now, it really turns me off.  But as they say, try it, you might like it.
So we'll see."  I gave him a weak smile.

"OK, enough about you for now, but I'd really like to know more, maybe
afterwards.  So, I'll tell you about myself.  I'm an advertising executive
for a rather large firm.  I make a lot of money, I'm very well off and I
can afford to spend some of it for pleasures like this."

"I've known I was gay since I was about 14.  A few years later I lost my
virginity to a cousin and haven't stopped since."  He grinned.  "I've had a
lot of good times with guys – up here and elsewhere and have enjoyed
every minute of it."

"As you can probably tell, I work out, five days a week.  It's important
for a gay guy to look good, otherwise he won't attract those he thinks are
hot.  I used to be able to attract cute young guys like you, but that
seldom happens anymore.  But you're the type that I really want and I can't
get very often.  You're young, gorgeous, smart and incredibly sexy.  I bid
so much for you for just those reasons – plus I just couldn't bear the
thought that some of those fat, old, prosperous guys who were also bidding
on you would get you, doing to you what I want to do to you.  I want your
first time with a guy to be something special, Mark – something you
won't mind remembering in the future hopefully," and he chuckled.

 "Well we better get busy, Mark, we don't have a lot of time.  Now you have
to understand that we need to make this as exciting and erotic as possible
for the audience, since it's their votes that will decide whether we make
the top three and get into the real money since it'll only be the top three
who'll get any of the winners' pot."

"Pot?  I haven't heard of a pot?  I thought all we'd get was most of what
you bid."

"Oh, no!  The camp only takes a percentage of the winning bids from the
auction and the money from all of the admission tickets from yesterday and
especially today when tickets are extremely expensive.  But by far the most
of the money goes into a pot for the three top winners.  The first place
couple gets 70%, the second gets 20%, and the third 10%.  Of what we win, I
get something like 30%, but you, who will really be the star of our
performance, will get 70%, so you have a very real chance of walking out of
here with a ton of money."

"That's fantastic!!," I told him excitedly.  "That might be enough to cover
almost all of our bills.  So what do we have to do?"

"We have to practice, that's what.  I know it's going to be pretty easy for
me this afternoon, but you're going to have to do some acting.  It'll be
pretty strenuous, but you look very fit, so who knows, it might just come
naturally to you. We'll have to see."

"The first thing we need to do though to get started is to take our clothes
off."

"What? Really?"

"Definitely.  We're both going to be naked on stage and I'm going to be
touching you all over and our bodies are almost always going to be close
together.  I'll need to feel your skin and you mine – so off with the
clothes."

With that explanation, I removed my shirt, shoes, socks and shorts.  And
faced Blake, but he was still taking his off.  He had a really nice body
(in addition to his handsome face – did I mention that before?),
muscular arms and legs – and a 4" soft dick.  Then he looked at me.

"Off with those briefs too, Mark, we can't have those in the way."

I gulped and peeled them off for him.  Of course, he'd already seen my dick
during the bidding – but I just wasn't used to showing it off, so I was
a little embarrassed.

"No need to be shy, Mark.  I'm going to be doing a lot more to that thing
between your legs than just looking at it before we're done," he grinned.

"OK, now, we have three positions to do, the first of which is `doggie'.
You know what that is, don't you?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure - I think I've done it with my girlfriend.  It's
where the girl bends over and you get behind her and fuck her.  Right?"

"You got it.  So bend over for me."

"Now?"

"Of course, we need to practice everything.  Now on stage, before I
actually start fucking you, I'm going to have to be extra hard in order
just to get into what I expect will be a very tight ass, so I'm going to
force you down to your knees and make you suck on my dick."

"Do I have to?"

"Absolutely, but believe me, it's not that bad.  I'll bet your girlfriend
does it to you, so how bad could it be?"

"Now get on your knees and open your mouth.  We need to practice this."

I did as he said although I didn't think I'd like it. Frankly it grossed me
out.

His dick was semi-hard and about 6" long at that point.  When I took it in
my hand, it was warm to the touch and seemed to harden and lengthen almost
immediately.  I opened my mouth, leaned over and took the head in my mouth.

Something seemed to come over me, because I liked the feel of it – and
even the taste.  I ran my tongue over the head, Blake moaned and his cock
seemed to come to life - it grew even more.  I let it fall from my mouth
and I could see it was now completely hard and was probably about 7 ½"
long.  Interesting.  I took it back in my mouth and let my lips slide down
the shaft until it reached the back of my throat, but not so far that I
gagged.  I was surprised – here I was, this straight boy on his knees,
sucking on another guy's dick and it was turning me on.  I knew I wouldn't
be as good as Phillip had been and I supposed I'd done enough, but I really
didn't want to stop – so I didn't.  I kept on sucking on it, but I also
wrapped my hand around the shaft and began jacking him off.  I didn't even
consider the consequences.

"You can stop now, Mark, that's enough."

But I could tell he didn't really want me to – and I didn't want to
either.  In my lust (I suppose), I wanted to see if I could make him cum,
and so I kept on – but faster.  I sucked on the head and stroked his
shaft.  There was pre-cum now and it tasted warm and sweet – I loved the
taste and licked it off the head over and over again.

"Oh God, Mark, you've got to stop! I'm pretty close to cumming!"

This made me want to get him off even more.  I took as much of him as I
could down my throat and I could feel the vein on the underside of his dick
begin to pulse.  I got excited and squeezed his dick with my mouth as it
seemed to swell even more.  And suddenly bursts of warm, salty and very
creamy cum shot into my mouth, one spurt after another.  I exulted and
almost came myself.  I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, loving the
knowledge that I was able to give another guy so much pleasure.

When I felt that he was finished, I looked up at him, proud of myself.
"Was that OK, Blake?"

"OK??? – that was fucking fantastic!  How'd you do that?  I thought you
had never sucked anyone off before!  Why didn't you stop when I told you
to?"

"I don't know – I guess I just wanted to find out if I could do it."

"Well I'll tell you right now, there's no question you can do it – and
it appears you liked doing it from the smile on your face.  But thank you.
That was amazing and I probably needed it.  I have to tell you I was
getting pretty horned up by being naked with you and not being able to do
anything about it.  But now that we've taken care of your `desires' AND my
`needs', let's get back to work."

"Normally for a guy's first time, I'd take it very easy on him.  But that's
not what the audience is going to want.  They're going to want passion and
excitement and especially pain when you get your cherry popped.  So the
more of those three things you can put into this, the doggie position, the
better.  For my part, I'm going to help you achieve those things by rough
fucking you."

"Rough fucking?"

"Yes, normally I'd put my cock in a gay virgin slowly, so there wouldn't be
so much pain, but since we want you to show and let the audience know that
it's painful, I'm going to force it into you very quickly, then I'll let
you rest about a minute – no longer.  We'll want you to scream as loudly
as you can when it first goes in and then to cry some tears for a little
while – believe me, it won't be much of an act.  Then I'll shove it all
the way in hard and hopefully, you'll do even more screaming and
crying. Finally I'll fuck you fast and hard until I feel it's time to go on
to the next position."

"That sounds awful."

"Doesn't it?" Blake gave me a lust filled grin, but then, he gently told
me, "It will be bad at the start, but I promise you most of the pain will
go away.  Besides, some pain at first can make the pleasure so much
stronger when you begin to feel it. - and I hope it will start to feel good
to you once we get to the next two positions."

I noticed his dick was hardening.  And I was surprised my own rod was doing
it too.

"But then," he continued, "that's what the audience will want to see –
and keep in mind, paying a lot of money to see.  But also, many guys love
getting `rough fucked'.  Who knows how you'll feel about it?  I guess we'll
see."

 "OK, now bend over already."

He slid his rod under my balls and between my legs.

"When I get the head of my dick into you and pop your cherry, as I said,
you'll need to scream, so scream right now as loud as you can."

So I screamed, "OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!".

"Louder and longer than that."

So I screamed even louder and longer.

"Not bad – I'm sure you'll do it even better on stage."

"Talking on stage during all this will be very important, so say whatever
you're feeling at that time, OK?  And say it loudly, so that everyone in
the audience can hear.  One thing I want you to be sure to say in this part
is `Take it out, please take it out!' and I'll respond with something like
`No way, take it like a man – I'm going to make you my bitch boy and
breed your beautiful boy cunt!'"

I laughed at that.  "Boy cunt?  Are you serious?"

He chuckled, "It is sort of funny, isn't it?  OK, get ready."

With his hard dick still between my legs and under my balls, he began
slamming his hips against my ass.  He did this for a minute or two and then
stopped.

We both stood up and I turned to him.  He was as hard as I rock.  I bet
this practice was harder on him than it was on me.

"OK, that's that.  The next position is the missionary.  I'm sure you must
know that one."

I grinned, "Sure, it's my favorite with my girlfriend."

"Well, it probably won't be quite like it is with your girlfriend.  I'm
going to slide out of you and flip you over and then fuck you harder some
more.  Since I don't want to cum until during our last position, I'll start
slowing down.  I'm sure you'll catch on."

He laid me on my back and pretended to fuck me.  At one point, he leaned
down and gave me a light kiss on my lips, taking me by surprise.

"The last position is the `reverse cowboy'.  In this one, you're going to
be the one in charge.  I'm going to be sitting in a chair, and you're going
to back up to me, facing the audience, and lower yourself onto my cock
until it fills your boy pussy."

(Boy pussy? Seriously?)

"In this position, you need to show the audience that you're getting a lot
of pleasure from being fucked, and of course be sure to be very vocal about
it.  I'll tell you what to say at times if necessary."

"Hopefully, it will feel really good to you by then and you'll actually
cum.  Whatever you do, don't try to jack yourself off - keep your hands on
your sides or on my legs.  After a few minutes, if it doesn't seem like
you're going to shoot, I'll reach around and help."

"Shortly after, I'll pump myself into you faster and faster until I cum in
your ass and breed you."

"After I do finish, I'll want you to raise yourself off of me and let
everyone see the cum dripping from your hole.  Got that?"

It grossed me out, but I nodded.  "Sure, Blake, no problem."

"Finally, I'll want you to turn around, lean over and kiss me.  The purpose
of this is not for the kiss, but so that the audience can see your boy-cunt
with my semen still in it."

"I think this will go really well, Mark.  You're a great boy to work with.
And I have to tell you – it turns me on to be the one doing this to
you!"

With that, he dressed, and shook my hand.  "I'll see you at three
backstage."  He turned and went out.  I closed the door, but a few seconds
later, he knocked on it again.  "I forgot to tell you something important
– make sure you're thoroughly clean inside, I'm sure your father will be
able to explain," and he left again.

* * * * *

I took a nap, but it wasn't very restful.  Dad woke me up about one, I took
a shower and we had a light lunch.  After eating, dad had me use an enema
so I'd be clean inside too.  We left the cabin shortly before three.  I was
clean both inside and out. and we were backstage about an hour early.
Blake met us there and reminded me that we were putting on a show, to try
and act natural, and to be loudly vocal.

Blake thought it would be a good idea if we put a light oil all over our
bodies so that the light would catch them better.

Then he got some lube and had me bend over.  He took a finger with lube on
it and rubbed my asshole until it loosened up enough so that he could push
his finger in.  (Damn! It felt good!)  Then he followed it with two and
then three fingers, stretching my sphincter as much as he could.  He
finally decided he was satisfied.

As we were getting ready, we could hear the cheers and clapping from the
audience for the couple just before us.  Shortly after, they came
off-stage, both grinning like monkeys, sweating and looking extremely
satisfied.  I hoped I felt that good after we were through.

"And now, gentlemen, the boy you've all been waiting for, MARK THOMAS, and
with him, BLAKE WILLIAMS!", the announcer shouted.

As we walked out onto the stage, I noticed that there was a small platform
with a mattress on the right, a full size bed on the left, and a chair in
the middle.  Finally, there was a small table towards the back with an
assortment of bottles and tubes - lubes and ointments I supposed.

There were cheers from the audience when we walked on.  I still wasn't
comfortable with being naked in public and I was nervous as hell, but I
tried not to show it and to keep my hands away from my groin, everyone
could see all of me.  Blake seemed to enjoy the enthusiasm from the
audience, smiling a lot and waving at some of his friends in the audience.

Blake led me over to the platform and mattress and then kissed me in front
of everyone.  We hadn't talked about this but I tried to make it seem like
I was enjoying it.  The audience clapped appreciatively.

Next he made me kneel down on the mattress, so that I was facing toward the
wings in such a way so that the audience could see as much of my body as
possible.  Then he moved in front of me, made me open my mouth and shoved
his dick inside.  I let him fill my mouth with his cock and I willingly
closed my mouth over it.  He fucked my mouth for a few minutes until his
dick was really, really hard then pushed me down, so that my hands were
also on the mattress.

Walking over to the table, he took a bottle of lube and began lubing his
shaft and cockhead as he walked behind me.  He must have lubed up his
fingers too because the next thing I knew, he was pushing his three fingers
into me and stretching me open as wide as possible.  He put copious amounts
of lube around my hole and inside it too.

I was scared and frightened and tried to prepare myself for what I knew was
coming.  I was going to have a dick in my ass for the first time in my
young life.  I knew it would change me forever, but I had to go through
with it.  He pounded his hard cock on my ass a few times and then centered
it on my asshole.  Finally grabbing my hips with both hands, he shoved
really hard and his cockhead penetrated me and was suddenly, too suddenly,
inside my ass.

"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.  It was
so painful that I didn't have to fake it.

"GOD, NO!!!" I cried, tears coming from my eyes.  "TAKE IT OUT!  PLEASE
TAKE IT OUT!!!"

He shoved it in further and I screamed again.

"NOT A CHANCE, BITCH!!  TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!  I'M GONNA MAKE YOU LIKE MY
COCK UP YOUR VIRGIN ASS IF IT TAKES ME ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!"  He yelled.

And with that he pushed all of his 7 ½" deep into my bowels.  I was
sobbing uncontrollably from the pain.

(I was told later, that the audience were on their feet, yelling things
like "Fuck the bitch!" and "Make him scream louder!").

He grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled on it, until my head was back as far
as it would go and then started plunging his rod in and out of my ass as
fast as he could, his hips hitting my butt each time and making very loud
slapping noises.

I felt like my ass was on fire and it seemed to get worse and worse.  His
rod was rubbing inside me and it hurt, really hurt, each time he pulled it
out and shoved it back in.

I kept crying, "STOP IT !!!  PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!"  and Blake was shouting,
"I'M GONNA MAKE YOU LIKE IT, BOY!  I'M GONNA POUND YOUR ASS SO HARD, YOU
WON'T BE ABLE TO WALK FOR A WEEK!!!"

It seemed to go on forever and ever, but finally he stopped and pulled out.

I had cried and wept so much, there was actually a puddle of my tears on
the mattress where my face had been.  Blake picked me up in his arms
tenderly and carried me over to the bed.  He spoke softly in my ear, "Sorry
that hurt so much, Mark, but believe me it was necessary.  Anyway, from the
looks of your hard dick, it looks like you might actually have enjoyed it
some."

I suddenly realized he was right - after all that pain, how could I
possibly have an erection?  But I could tell he was right.

He laid me down on my back on the bed and went over to the table again.  He
took some cream and rubbed it on my ass lips, explaining to me while he was
doing it, that it was aloe and it should help with some of the burning and
soreness.  Next he oiled up his rod again and put some more oil inside me
as well.

Grabbing me by my ankles, he lifted them up until my ass was almost
vertical.  He stood over it, forced his dick so it pointed down and shoved
it roughly into me.

I didn't scream this time but gave out with a loud grunt as he pushed
himself fully back into me.  This time he wasn't fucking me so hard and my
ass was responding, seemingly eager to take his hard rod and sucking it in
with each stroke.  I felt myself actually beginning to enjoy it.  I liked
the way his shaft felt in me, sliding smoothly inside my ass, in and out,
over and over again.

Blake pulled out and I felt an intense emptiness inside of me.  He lowered
my legs back down and shoved a pillow under me so that my ass was raised
appropriately.  He slid into me again, and held himself off my body and
leaned over and kissed me.  "Nothing but pleasure for you from now on, my
beautiful, sexy boy," he whispered.

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my mouth.  With the relief I felt, I
eagerly kissed him back.  He raised himself up so that he could work on my
pecs and that changed the angle at which he was screwing me.  His cockhead
was hitting something inside of me and sent a spasm of joy throughout my
entire body.  Remembering his instructions, I yelled: "OH GODDD!  THAT
FEELS SO GOOD!!!"  Blake stopped his adoration of my chest and remarked
softly, "It seems I finally hit your prostate, lucky boy."

It felt so good that I raised my legs up and wrapped them around his waist,
wanting him deeper and deeper inside of me.  My hips started moving
involuntarily, meeting each of his thrusts eagerly.  I was in lust, but
unfortunately, before too much longer, he pulled back out of me.

Blake stood up and pulled me onto my feet.  He walked me over to the chair
where he then sat down, his dick pointing straight up, dripping with the
lube and juices from my ass.

I stood next to him, facing the audience, lifted a leg up and straddled
him.  I could see the audience now and they were very quiet.  I even
noticed that some of them had binoculars so they could get a closer look at
what was happening.

I slowly lowered myself and Blake guided me until I felt the tip of his
dick in my hole and then slowly bent my knees and let it slide into me once
more.  My ass welcomed it like a long lost friend, my rectum holding it
tightly, my anal walls loving each and every inch as it slid back into my
body.  I gave a moan, loud enough to be heard by everyone as it filled me
completely.

Blake wrapped his strong arms around me loosely so I could move, steadying
me on his lap.  He kissed the back of my neck and I began raising and
lowering myself on his marvelous shaft.  I literally squealed with pleasure
as his hard shaft slid in and out of me.  Shortly his cockhead found that
sweet spot in my ass that so pleasured me.  Each time it hit me, I moaned
and shouted: "SO GOOD, SO DAMN GOOD!!" louder and louder.  "FUCK ME BLAKE,
PLEASE!  FUCK ME WITH YOUR WONDERFUL COCK!!!"

My own dick was super hard now and it was throbbing.  I was in ecstasy and
I don't think I had ever been so turned on in my life.

Blake turned my head to him and kissed me deeply, then went back to kissing
my neck and back while playing with my nipples, pinching and rubbing them.
I was being FUCKED! in front of a large crowd by a man I barely knew, and I
was loving it!

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations I was feeling in my ass
– actually in my whole body.  They were so intense that I began
breathing with great gasps.  I raised and lowered myself faster and faster
and faster.  My body shook with pleasure – and my cock literally
exploded.  I gave a loud gasp and shouted: "I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!!!!"

My cum shot out of the head of my dick so hard that it hit me on top of my
head in my hair, then on my forehead and elsewhere on my face, even on my
lips, then on my chest.  It gave a few more small spurts that landed in my
groin and I was done, totally spent.

But we weren't finished yet.

Blake grabbed me, raised me up a few inches and then began thrusting in and
out of me with intensity.  I could feel his hot breath on the back of my
neck and he was moaning too.  "I'm so close, it won't take much more!", he
whispered to me.  With a few more quick and hard fucks into me, he suddenly
shouted: "I'M BREEDING YOU, BOY!!!  I'M FILLING YOUR BOY ASS WITH MY HOT
CUM – RIGHT NOW!!!"

I felt him pulsing in me and yelled: "YESSS! YESS!! YESS!!!," I screamed

I could feel him shudder and he loosed his torrent of sperm deep inside me.
He wrapped his arms around me as he came, squeezing me with each
ejaculation, again and again – finally slumping onto my back.

There was stunned silence at first from the audience, but then they rose en
masse to their feet - cheering and stomping and yelling until they were
hoarse.

As for myself, I could hardly move, but I remembered what Blake had told me
to do, and so I raised myself slowly off of his dick until we were
separated by about three inches and let everybody see some of his huge load
come gushing out of me.  I reached under my balls, catching some of his cum
on my fingers, put them to my mouth, sucking on them.  The crowd roared!!!

As he told me earlier, he turned me around and made me bend over with my
back to the crowd, my cum-filled hole open to the audience, and gave me a
long wet kiss.

We slowly walked off the stage with Blake supporting me.  "Thank you, Mark
– that was more than worth what I had to pay to get you!"

Waiting in the wings was the announcer who patted me on the back, saying:
"That was by far the most erotic and raunchiest breeding I have ever
seen!!!  Congratulations, boy – you sweet, gorgeous, young thing!"  And
he kissed me and patted my sore ass.

==============================================

I was extremely tired, so dad and I went back to our cabin.  I was going to
take a nap and I guess dad was tired too.  I stripped down to my briefs and
dad to his boxers and we laid down on the bed next to each other but not
touching.  My whole body ached and my ass was really sore, but I
immediately fell asleep.  Unfortunately mine was a troubled sleep and I
tossed and turned a lot.

It didn't seem like I had been asleep long when dad woke me up with a
concerned look on his face.

He was shaking me, "Mark, wake up, wake up!"  Blearily I looked up at him.

I found I had been crying in my sleep from the wetness on my cheeks.
"What's happening?"

"You were screaming and crying in your sleep, Mark.  Are you OK, son?", he
asked concerned.

I moaned, "I don't know, dad, I hurt so much and I can't seem to get it out
of my head what happened today.  I don't think I'll ever be able to forget
it!."

"Oh you poor boy, I'm so sorry!  Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I wish there were, dad.  My body aches all over and it feels like my ass
is on fire."

"I'll get you some aspirin which will help the aching and some cream that
will probably help your bottom.  I'll be right back, the stuff is in the
other room."

I closed my eyes for the few seconds he was gone.  When he got back, he
gave me a glass of water and three aspirin.

"Here take these first and then turn over and we'll see about your butt."

I quickly swallowed the pills and then turned over onto my stomach.  Dad
gingerly pulled my briefs all the way off and looked at my bottom.

"It really doesn't look as bad as I feared, Mark.  Your ass is red and
bruised, but the worst is that your ass lips are very swollen.  I'm
surprised that your sphincter hasn't closed yet – it looks like it's
still wide open.  I'll put some of this cream around your hole and a little
inside.  It should feel better in a few minutes, I hope."

He spread the cream around those areas and poked some inside my hole, using
his finger to spread it inside of me.  I found that his finger rubbing in
me was turning me on – I really wished he could get it in further.  I
found my dick was getting hard.

My memories of earlier today surged back into my mind and I started crying
again.

"What's wrong, now, Marcus?" (He hadn't called me Marcus in years, so I
knew he was really concerned.)

I stopped sobbing long enough to tell him.

"It's not that Blake wasn't a nice guy - he was!  But I hate the idea that
the person who first fucked me was someone who I didn't really know.  I can
still feel his semen inside of me and somehow it makes me feel dirty – I
don't know why." And I sobbed some more.

"What can I do for you, Marcus?  I'll do anything you want."

"Really, dad??"

"Yes, son, anything."

"Would you take your boxers off and lay on top of me, hold me tight, and
kiss me?"

Dad thought for a few seconds and then laid down next to me, holding me,
just hugging me.

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Listen to me very carefully.  I realize you're hurting right now but what
you seem to be suggesting right now won't happen.  You and I have a great
relationship, don't we?"

"Definitely!"

"Then I want you to understand that us having sex at this time when you're
in an emotional state is the last thing that would be good for you.  It's
not that you're not a very beautiful and extremely sexy boy, you are.  And
if you were anyone else, there'd be no question in my mind that I'd love to
do you."

"But – and this is a big but.  If we did it, it could seriously damage
our relationship and there's no way in the world that I would want that to
happen.  And after you get over the events of the day, I'm sure that you'll
understand that I'm right."

"Sex between two people who have deep feelings between each other should
never be taken lightly – and it doesn't matter it's a guy or a girl.  It
will change how you'll feel about each other, sometimes drastically.  If
you're going to do it, don't rush into it quickly but give it careful
consideration before proceeding.  You understand me?"

I choked back some tears, "I guess."

"Right now, in the state you're in, sex of any kind is out of the question.
I'm sure I could find a hundred men outside right now who would love to
screw you, but that's not going to happen.  So close your eyes and go back
to sleep.  I'll lay here beside you until you're sleeping peacefully.  I
think you'll find the world a much better place later."

* * * * *

When I woke up after probably three hours of restful sleep, I found that
dad was right – I did feel better.  Sure, I still had memories of what
happened today – some good, some bad.  There were parts I had liked and
some that I didn't.  But, I now knew that I liked having a cock inside me
and would certainly be willing to let a guy fuck me again, but probably not
anytime soon.  I still liked girls and particular my girlfriend, and
hopefully there would be times in the future when I could play around with
another guy too.

Dad was out in the other room watching TV.  I went into the bathroom and
took a quick shower.  I put some clothes on and I walked into the room and
hugged my dad.

"Are you O.K., son."

"I'm much better, dad – thanks."

"Well, let's go back to the lodge and get some dinner then – before they
close.

* * * * *

The next morning, we joined Blake in the lodge to hear the results of the
competition.

The place was packed, but they had reserved seats for us in the front row
so that we could get up to the stage easily if our names were called.

The announcer went through a lot of business he needed to do before he got
to the results.  Finally he got to the winners, announcing the third and
second place winners first.  Each came up to the stage and received a lot
of applause.

"And now Gentlemen," he announced loudly, "the first place winners in this
year's Cherry Breeding Festival are ... MARK THOMAS and BLAKE WILLIAMS!!!"

I leaped up onto the stage, proud and happy, while dad and Blake took their
time.  The crowd went wild as we got on the stage.  "Fuck him again,
Blake!" someone yelled, but Blake just smiled and waved.

The announcer laughed and held up his hands for quiet.  When the audience
calmed down he continued, "I have to tell you that in this, our fifth
Annual Cherry Breeding Festival, for the first time ever, the results for
first place were COMPLETELY UNANIMOUS!!!!"

And with that the audience erupted again.

As we went to the main office to collect our winnings, I got a lot of pats
on the back (and quite a few on my butt – fortunately I had put extra
padding back there).  Finally we got to the office and were handed a check
in an envelope.  I immediately opened it and couldn't believe my eyes.  The
check was for over $20,000 dollars!!!  I showed it to dad and his eyes
bugged out.  He grabbed me and hugged me so hard that I could barely
breathe.  As I started choking, he finally let go of me.

In short, we got enough money to pay off all of mom's medical bills and
more than enough to pay for at least two more years of my college tuition
and expenses.

As we drove away from Camp Wilde that afternoon, I turned to my dad.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"The next time you come up here, maybe you would let me come too, please?"

He looked over at me, "Sure, Mark, sure, anything you want, son," he said
with a wide grin and patted me on the leg.



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