Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 17:48:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stepson Seduction

  Stepson Seduction -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Wrapping up the weekend

  Carl Boinkman was enjoying the last moments of what just about anyone
would describe as a great weekend.

  Though he had to pick up his new wife Kristy at the airport in two hours
and 24 minutes, Carl was lying in bed, naked, on his back.

  His two stepsons' bedroom smelled like the men's room at an adult
theater.

  Stale cum.  Fresh cum.  Cum.

  Carl wasn't sure how he would get rid of that smell before Kristy got
home, but that wasn't foremost in his mind.

  He was concentrating on the agreeable multitasks he was accomplishing
simultaneously.

  Carl's thirteen-year-old stepson Mike was naked and kneeling astride
Carl's shoulders, facing Carl's feet.  The sweet, beautiful boy was
literally sitting on Carl's face and Carl's tongue was stiff and active
within the boy's delicious bottomhole.

  Mike was squealing most sissily as he was eaten out, though his cries
were muffled by his brother's mouth, as the two were kissing, open-mouthed
and ravenously as Mike's pooper was licked.

  Mike's twelve-year-old brother Dennis, equally naked, was kneeling and
straddling Carl's hips and sitting on his new stepfather's thick, hard, hot
cock.  Which was stretching the boy's bowels in a manner that was highly
agreeable to them both.

  Man eating out one boy as he fucked the other.  Boys kissing as their
pooties were serviced.  Then, both boys shuddering with lust and spurting
their thick, hot, boy's cream all over each other and their new Daddy.

  What fun!

  What a weekend!

  And totally unexpected, as far as Carl was concerned, at least.

  When Carl thought about it, which he tried desperately not to do, the
boys had actually seduced him.

  The little temptresses had been the aggressors every carnal step of the
fuck-filled way.

  And once they got their stepfather into a compromising position, there
was no doubt that they were highly skilled practitioners of the erotic
arts.

  Again, though Carl tried not to think, especially at moments like that
"double duty" finale to the "weekend from paradise," he wondered how Mike
and Dennis knew what they knew about sex.

  It's time to tell the reader all about it.


  Two -- All is bared

  Had Carl thought a bit, which once again seemed like a poor tactic that
weekend, he would have remembered that the boys had spent six weeks of that
previous summer at a summer camp.

  Six fantastic, fuck-filled weeks for Carl and Kristy.  He certainly
remembered that.

  He also would have remembered, vaguely, that Kristy won the entire camp
experience for her boys in a sweepstakes.  A sweepstakes that Kristy didn't
remember entering.

  But why argue with good fortune, Kristy thought.  The camp, called
Powattamee, was certified and bonded and all that -- Kristy checked it out.
And she hoped that the camping experience would help her boys "man up" a
bit.  Even their mother was concerned that Mike and Dennis were a bit
"sissyish" for their ages.

  Carl, thinking that getting the boys out of the house would mean six
weeks of carnal sleepovers with fiancée Kristy, worked on Kristy to
overcome her doubts about the camp.

  So, one week after school ended, it was off to Camp Powattamee for a very
reluctant Mike and Dennis, neither of whom had ever spent a night away from
home and their mother.

  Carl drove Kristy and the boys to camp, thinking as he drove that maybe
he and Kristy could rent a room on the way home, rather than wait six hours
for a piece of ass.

  Like most men, he seriously underestimated a woman's moods.  Kristy was
so guilt-ridden with feelings of child abandonment that when they got home,
at 1 a.m., she almost didn't want to fuck.  Thank goodness that that
silliness cleared up completely by the next morning.  And for 41 lovely
days thereafter.

  Mike and Dennis put on quite a show as their Mom said goodbye.  Crying.
Begging to be taken back home.  Promising to be good forever.

  No dice.

  It was time for her boys to man up, Kristy decided, though she wavered
once or twice during the sob scenes.

  A counselor, who called himself, in U.S. camp-style, "Uncle Ron," showed
Carl, Kristy and the boys a pretty typical boy's camp.  The requisite lake
and its accompanying canoes.  As if all American boys wanted to be
Hiawatha.  Lots of athletic stuff.  A wooden dining hall and wooden cabins
where the boys would sleep.  As well as the outhouses that make the camp
experience truly unique.

  The usual stuff.

  Which looked great to Kristy and Carl.  And like the seventh circle of
Hell to Mike and Dennis.

  Despite the boys' best efforts, Kristy and Carl departed the camp at 2:05
p.m.  And wouldn't be back for six excruciatingly long weeks.

  Despair.

  Gloom.

  Mike just knew the counselors would be sadistic imps, intent on making
Dennis and him learn such demonic skills as "archery" and "volleyball."

  Mike knew that the counselors would be bossy and pushy and the first
moments after the boys' mother left, his fears were confirmed.

  That "Uncle Ron" person and his co-conspirators were herding all the boys
into the dining hall, then an older man named "Uncle Biff" introduced
himself as the head counselor, then welcomed the boys to Camp Powattamee.

  Well, that wasn't so bad, Dennis thought, who had a slightly better
attitude about things than his brother.

  Uncle Biff assigned the 150-or-so boys, ten each to the 15 counselors,
each of whom assembled his boys and took them to their assigned cabins.

  Mike and Dennis were relieved to see that they were assigned to the same
cabin and counselor -- a felonious-looking character named "Uncle Luke."

  Mike and Dennis figured they would get their bunks, unpack their stuff,
put on some dumb camp tshirt, then go to dinner.

  But no.

  Before they did any of that, Uncle Luke issued each of the 10 boys a red,
brief, Speedo swimsuit.  "First order of business is the swimming test,
guys.  Drop the clothes and put these on.  Now. We have to be outside in 10
minutes."

  Undress?!?!?!?  In front of other boys?!?!?!?

  Neither Mike nor Dennis had been naked anywhere except in the bathtub,
with the bathroom door locked!

  Mike hadn't even seen Dennis naked, or vice versa.

  But Uncle Luke didn't seem to want to hear about such phobias.

  And they had to be outside in nine minutes.

  Mike and Dennis were really angry at their Mom (and Carl) for abandoning
them to these petty dictators.

  They blushed crimson as they undressed, turning away from each other and
the other eight boys, none of whom was looking at anything other than his
own feet either.

  The darned Speedo was so brief that Mike and Dennis felt almost as naked
in it as they did undressed.

  Misery!!

  Uncle Luke marched his skimpily-clad squad outside and merged them with
the other 14 decades of troops.

  Mike and Dennis had never been so humiliated.

  Though Dennis did notice that, compared to many of the other boys, he and
his brother looked awfully good.  The fatter kids looked awful in their
Speedos. And so did the really scrawny kids.

  Mike figured if they could endure the swimming test, he and Dennis would
get dressed, go to dinner and then, when it got dark, they would cut the
barbed wire that no doubt ringed the place.  Then they would maneuver their
way to a roadhouse and call their mother to rescue them.

  But first the swimming test.

  Mike was a pretty good swimmer; Dennis was OK.  But the swimming test was
weird.

  There were three swimming "graders," including "Uncle Biff."  The boys
formed three lines and as they reached the "graders," Mike could see that
most of the boys never actually went into the water for very long at all.

  Were they giving a swim test by talking to the boys about swimming?  And
by having the boys pirouette?

  When it was Mike's turn, Uncle Biff sat up very straight in his chair.
He had Mike turn around a couple of times, then asked if the boy behind him
was his brother Dennis.

  Huh?

  No swimming?

  Then why the suits?

  Uncle Biff nodded at a guy who looked like a bouncer and the thick man
ushered Mike and Dennis away from the throng, over a hill and into a
limousine.

  A limousine!

  Huh?

  Mike and Dennis were scared.

  Were they being taken to some Third World country to be chained to a
loom, where they would make textiles 23 hours a day, eating a cup of rice
each week?

  Not exactly.

  The limo drove around the camp's requisite lake and arrived at the
requisite "camp across the lake."  Which in American tradition is always a
girl's camp.

  But not this time.

  The limo stopped and the thuggish driver said, "Welcome to Camp
Kismidadi, boys.  Your home for the summer."

  Huh, huh?

  Did "Sluggo" just say "Camp Kiss Me, Daddy?"

  Why were Mike and Dennis there and not at Camp Powattamee?

  And what was this place, anyway?

  "Sluggo" held the door for Mike and Dennis.  They got out.  And stepped
into a world quite different from Camp Powattamee.

  Camp Kismidadi had a dorm that looked like a small, luxury hotel. The
dining hall looked like a restaurant with three Michelin stars.  It had a
beautiful swimming pool, manicured lawns and the look of comfort and
wealth.

  Mike and Dennis stood there in frightened, but curious wonder.

  As they stood gawking, wearing only the skimpiest of skimpy bathing suits
and bare feet, three other limos arrived, discharging equally confused boys
-- eight in all, including them.

  Mike and Dennis studied them and themselves, looking for a reason why
they were rescued from squalor and brought "uptown."

  Mike saw it first.  Then Dennis.

  All the boys were beautiful.  Pretty faces.  Excellent bodies that looked
very good almost-naked.

  Mike and Dennis were complete and total virgins.  But they weren't
stupid.

  Something very weird was happening.



  Three -- Camp Kismidadi Boys

  Moments after the last limo arrived, the boys were joined by the man who
had called himself, "Uncle Biff."

  Smiling lupinely, the man asked the eight confused boys to listen to him.
"My name is Biff Buggerall," he said.  "But you can call me `Uncle Biff.'
I own Camp Kismidadi and Camp Powattamee and every summer I offer the camps
to boys whose families couldn't otherwise get the boys some good old
American fresh air.  It's my way of giving back some of the fortune I've
made in...er...publishing.  You boys are especially lucky because each year
eight grand prize winners are selected, randomly, of course, for the
special place we call Camp Kismidadi."

  A pretty young thing shot up his hand at that and Biff recognized the
question, which was, "Why is it called Camp Kiss Me Daddy."

  Biff nodded at the familiar question.  "That's the way it's pronounced,
but it's spelled entirely differently.

  Another cherub asked, "Is that an Indian name?"

  Biff smiled and said, "It's a concept that cuts across all cultures.  Now
boys, let's get you to meet your counselors and get you settled, OK?"

  Mike looked at Dennis.  They both wondered about the plural in
"counselors," since there were only eight of them.  At Camp Powattamee, ten
boys were with one counselor.

  At Camp Kismidadi, each boy had his own counselor.

  Dennis and Mike were getting a really uneasy feeling.  Though the two men
who were assigned to them looked nice enough.  Very nice, indeed.

  Mike's counselor was named Frank.  He looked to be about 25 -- tall,
dark, very handsome and extraordinarily virile.

  Dennis's counselor was named Will.  Same general looks and age, but
surfer-guy blond.

  When the counselors introduced themselves to the suspicious brothers, the
strangest thing happened.  Mike's "thing" moved in his pants.  And so did
Dennis's."

  That surprised them both more than anything that had happened to them
that crazy first day of camp.

  The innocent boys, who had been told all their lives how they would like
girls some day, marry them and then, with no actual sex being involved,
produce children merely from the act of loving their wives, were aroused,
for the first time ever, by the sight of their hunky camp counselors.

  Where did that come from?

  Was there some primal urge no one had ever communicated to them?

  It was all very unsettling to both boys, even more so when they sneaked
peeks at the counselors' own "packages" stirring in their regulation camp
shorts when they looked at the boys.

  Mike and Dennis didn't hear a lot of what the counselors were saying as
they led them into the richly-appointed dorms that would be their housing
for the summer.  Each boy had his own elegant suite, with a living room
area, a bedroom and en suite bath.  Their rooms were connected by a door
that could be locked.  The counselors were in connecting rooms on either
side of the boys.  "Just in case you need anything, guys," "Uncle Frank"
told them.

  It was truly stunning. As they gaped at the luxury, "Sluggo" brought
their personal things, which they had left at Camp Powattamee, into their
rooms.  Laid out on each of their beds were a grey Camp Kismidadi tee
shirt, navy-blue Camp Kismidadi short-shorts, and sturdy sandals.

  "Uncle Will" said, "Why don't you get into the camp uniform guys?  Uncle
Frank and I will be by in 15 minutes to take you to dinner."

  The counselors left and Mike and Dennis were alone for the first time.

  Dennis, the younger, asked his big brother the question that had been
foremost in his mind, "Huh?"

  "I know, Dennis," Mike said.  "Mom always told us, if it's too good to be
true, it isn't true.  Unless..."

  "Unless what, Mike?"

  "Unless we're here because you and I are special in some way.  That would
be OK, wouldn't it?"

  Dennis looked puzzled.  "Special at what?"  Dennis really didn't think of
him self or his brother as pretty or sexy.

  Mike considered whether he should alarm his little brother.  But he had
to tell him the truth.  "I think they think we're pretty.  The other boys
they picked sure are."

  Dennis looked at Mike.  "What if we were pretty?"

  "Good question.  Maybe they want us to be models or something.  That Biff
guy said he was in publishing."

  Dennis considered that.  "Yeah.  Maybe.  Are you hungry?"

  "You bet," Mike said.  "Let's get dressed and go eat."

  The counselors were back to collect the brothers as promised and they
walked them the short distance to the dining hall. Which looked like a
restaurant, but was much better.

  The boys sat with their counselors.  No menus.  "Just tell the waiter
what you want and the kitchen will make it for you," Will told the boys.

  Wow!

  It was cheeseburgers all around and great conversation as the boys did
something they almost never had an opportunity to do, since they had no
father.  Talk about themselves to a man.

  Will and Frank were great listeners who described themselves as "graduate
students on summer break," though they looked a little old for that.

  Time seemed to fly and when the boys finished their triple-chocolate
sundaes it was nine o'clock -- bedtime.

  Since it was the first night away from home, Frank told the boys it was
OK if they wanted to sleep together in Mike's room.  The counselors
supervised the boys getting into their shorty peejays (seeing both tired
boys briefly naked!), then made sure the boys washed and brushed their
teeth.

  It all seemed like heaven.  And it was about to get much better.


  Four -- Better

  The exhausted boys slept very well until Uncle Frank and Uncle Will awoke
them at seven.

  They again supervised the boys getting dressed and washed, then escorted
them to breakfast.

  For that meal, the eight boys at one table, the counselors at another.
The boys helped each other to a groaning buffet table, then sat and
compared notes.  Everyone's mom had won a contest she didn't remember
entering.  No one had a father in the house.  Each boy was a beauty.

  Hmmm.

  No time to consider all of that because the counselors had things planned
that day.  Every boy was given a backpack filled with lunch and a canteen
filled with water.  The eight boys and eight counselors took an all-day
nature walk through beautiful country, stopping only for a great lunch
break.

  They arrived back at Camp Kismidadi at around four, went to their rooms
for a shower -- alone -- then to dinner with the counselors and other boys.

  By six, they were back in their rooms, quite tired.

  It was too early to sleep and Uncle Frank and Uncle Will had a really
good suggestion.

  "Mike, you come to my room and Dennis can go to Uncle Will's room.  It's
a Camp Kismidadi tradition for the counselors to give the boys a massage
after a hike.  Will and I are trained masseurs and you'll really like it,
we promise."

  Mike looked at Dennis.  Both boys felt that "movement" in their pants
again.  But they didn't want to break tradition.  That could get them sent
back to Camp Powattamee, couldn't it?

  They agreed to the massage and, strangely enough, each counselor took his
boy's hand to lead him to the counselor's room.

  Mike noticed that Uncle Frank's room was very much like his own.  Except
for the massage table and all those towels and oils around it.

  Mike had never had a massage and he was quite embarrassed when Frank told
him he would have to get nude first.  "I use warm oils, Mike.  That would
be messy if you were wearing clothes," Frank said amiably.

  That seemed to make sense to Mike, though he was mortified that he was
achingly erect when he pulled off his short- shorts.

  Frank noticed and said, "It's no big deal to have a stiffie, Mike.  We're
guys.  It just shows we're healthy.  See?"

  And Frank pulled down his own shorts to reveal his own major slab of
stiff meat.

  If Frank was doing that to make Mike more comfortable, it had the
opposite effect.  Mike was trembling.

  Frank said, Hop up onto the table and lie on your stomach, Mike.  Don't
be nervous, please.  It's just us guys."

  Mike wished that Frank would put his pants back on, but instead, he just
stepped out of his shorts and tossed them to the side.

  Mike lay face-down on the towel-covered table and tried to get
comfortable.  It was difficult with his cock being so stiff and his bottom
being so exposed.

  But then good things began to happen.

  Frank was a very skilled masseur and the warm oils he rubbed into Mike's
shoulders and back took the boy places he had never been.  He heard soft
moans and wondered where it was coming from.  Then he knew the moans were
his.

  Wow!

  Frank took his time, working on Mike's pretty legs and adorable feet
next.  It was awesome. He wondered if those poor kids over at Camp
Powattamee were getting similar treatment.  Uh, no.

  Mike was so relaxed and so delighted that he didn't object when Frank
began to massage his bottomcheeks.  That was a bit too intimate, wasn't it?
But Mike couldn't criticize an artist, could he?

  Besides, those fabulous fingers massaging his bottom made him feel "funny
nice," not "funny ha-ha."  Unfortunately they made his cock harder and made
his poor aroused balls start to ache a bit.

  Mike was really enjoying his massage, but was concerned when Frank told
him to flip over onto his back.

  Oh.

  Frank would see how hard and drippy Mike was.  Probably think Mike was a
pervert or something.

  But Frank was so masterful.  Mike rolled over.  And blushed horribly as
1) he exposed his four stiff inches to Frank and 2) he got his first good
look at Frank's stiff eight inches.  It was huge!!  And angry looking!
Like it wanted to do something, but wasn't allowed to...yet.  And that
hairy ball bag!  Mike didn't even know that men grew hair on their
scrotums.

  The boy was blushing fiercely until Frank calmed him down with his
talented fingers.  Such a good masseur, Frank was.  All up and down Mike's
body.  Warm soothing oils everywhere.  Except for Mike's privates.

  Then that changed.

  Without skipping a beat, Frank applied warm oil to Mike's stiff cock and
"dangling dainties."

  Mike almost sat up on the massage table until he realized how darned good
it felt.  So good.

  No one had ever touched him there.  Heck, he hadn't even touched himself
like that.

  Frank seemed to know.  "It's OK, Sweetheart," Frank said.  "Boys need to
be `emptied out' now and then when they get to be older like you and
Dennis.  If you had a Daddy, he would have shown you.  Moms don't really
get it.  Let me show you."

  Frank had called him "Sweetheart."  Mike whimpered.  And surrendered to
Frank's skilled fingers and his own emerging desires.

  Mike had never felt anything half as good in his life.  Frank rubbed
Mike's oiled cockhead and stiff shaft skillfully and lovingly.

  Gradually, something strange was happening to Mike.  Did he have to pee?
That would have been humiliating.  No.  Something else. It became more and
more urgent.

  Mike squeaked out to Frank, "Something's happening!"

  Frank smiled and said, "I know.  Let it happen."

  Mike ran up the biggest white flag he could imagine and settled in for
his first orgasm.

  It was a very nice one.

  And creamy.

  Four thick globs of boy's cream leapt from Mike's virginal testicles,
through his pretty penis and all over his flat tummy.

  Mike tried to catch the license number of the bus that just hit him.

  What the heck had just happened?

  And why had he never done that before?

  It was beyond fabulous.

  Was that the "emptying out" Frank had described?

  Empty me often, Frank, Mike thought.

  Frank smiled at Mike roguishly and asked, "Did you like that?"

  Mike's tear-filled eyes blinked.  He nodded and whimpered his assent.

  "I thought so," Frank said.  "I think you'd like to do that again, would
you?"

  Nod and whimper.

  "OK, then," Frank said.  And he began a gentle massage of Mike's
testicles.

  Mike didn't realize when he agreed to a "round two" that it would follow
immediately, though he adored the feeling of warm oil on his testicles.

  The next big surprise came when Frank slathered up the fingers of his
free hand from the puddle of boy's cream on Mike's tummy.

  Frank's creamy fingers went somewhere Mike would have never remotely
imagined.  Into the boy's tight anus.

  One at a time, until three were ensconced.  Mike squeaked at each
insertion, but he didn't try to get away.  The boy's cock was
reinvigorating quite nicely and he was too excited to object to anything.

  What was Frank doing?  Mike squealed most unmanfully and his eyes got
very wide when Frank found his prostate and massaged it unmercifully.

  Frank manually pleasured the boy's cockhead with his right hand as he
tormented his prostate with the fingers of his left hand.

  Mike was in simultaneous agony and ecstasy.

  Then it was all ecstasy.

  Thick ropes of sperm erupted as Mike squealed through his first prostate
orgasm.

  Frank continued to "service" the boy throughout his delectable
experience.  Even squeezing the last drops of sperm from Mike's drained
balls.

  Mike lay on his back.  Eyes closed. Chest heaving.  Reveling in pleasures
he had never known existed.

  He turned toward his benefactor and opened his eyes.

  Frank smiled and did two remarkable things.  He scooped Mike up into his
strong arms, then he brought Mike's mouth to his own and kissed the boy.

  Kissed him!

  An hour ago, Mike would have gagged at the thought.  But at that moment,
he kissed Frank back.  And loved doing so.

  Frank was an excellent kisser and Mike was an enthusiastic pupil of the
"sport."

  Frank carried Mike to an easy chair, then sat down with the naked boy on
the man's naked lap.

  Man and boy kissed ravenously for quite some time until it occurred to
Mike that perhaps Frank deserved some "emptying" as well.

  The boy broke the kiss and, tentatively at first, touched the head of
Frank's cock.  Frank moaned manfully.

  Delighted that he was giving Frank pleasure, Mike pulled Frank's foreskin
up and down.  Slowly at first, then more rapidly.  Seeing that Frank
obviously enjoyed Mike's manual attentions, Mike resumed the kissing that
was making his own little pickle twitch all over again.

  Frank loved being a counselor at Camp Kismidadi.  This was his third
summer there and he hoped he could stay forever.  This little doll Mike was
the best yet, he was sure of it.  He was gorgeous, innocent and as
potentially hot as firecrackers in a bonfire.

  Mike felt so good in Frank's manly arms.  And he loved making the man
moan like that.  He was becoming vaguely aware of why he had been selected
for Camp Kismidadi.  And he was pretty sure that something very nice was
also happening between Dennis and Will in Will's room.

  Something very nice indeed.  Frank soon reached his "limit" and doused
his stomach and Mike's loving hand with thick doses of his manly spunk.

  Mike stroked and kissed Frank throughout the happy outcome.  The boy was
quite pleased with himself.

  And well he should be.

  They kissed a bit more until Frank suggested that Mike spend the night
with Frank, rather than with Dennis.

  Mike eagerly agreed.  Dennis was surely enjoying the attentions of Will.
And Dennis was no fool.

  Frank stood Mike up, then stood as well.  He removed the remainder of his
clothing, drawing a gasp from Mike.

  Frank looked really good naked.  Especially to a boy with a rapidly
evolving libido.

  Frank led Mike to the bathroom, where he used a warm, soapy washcloth to
clean up the cum from their bodies, then made sure that Mike brushed his
teeth.

  Though Mike was still oily from his massage, Frank pulled down the sheet
from his bed and got into bed, lying on his back.  He beckoned to Mike, who
semi-shyly joined his naked lover in bed.

  After the hike, the massage and all the cumming, Mike was very tired.  He
cuddled up to Frank, played with the man's chest hair a bit, then fell into
a sound sleep.

  Mike slept the sleep of the innocent until around seven a.m., when he
awoke to a delightful sensation.

  Frank had removed the sheet from both of them and was kneeling at Mike's
right thigh.  Mike awoke to both the sensation and the sight of Frank
expertly sucking Mike's cock.

  Expertly.

  Of course, this was all new to Mike, who couldn't believe how awesome it
was.  Frank knew just how to roll his tongue along the sensitive "arrow
point" of the cockhead.  So good!!!

  Mike squeaked sissily as he delighted in the sweet sensations.  It was
fabulous.  And then it got better,

  Frank slid a wet middle finger into Mike's bottomhole as he sucked the
boy's cock.

  Poor overloaded Mike lost his creamy cargo in about 30 seconds.  But
Frank just swallowed the whole creamy treat, then kept sucking and rubbing
the boy's prostate.  The man's good efforts produced a hasty restiffening
of the boy's pretty prick.

  Soon enough, Mike was arching his back and crying out in sweet agony yet
again and Frank was swallowing a second breakfast.

  And the day had hardly started.

  Mike, who 24 hours ago didn't even know what cocksucking was, had not
only experienced it -- twice -- he was seriously considering reciprocating.

  Poor Frank's cock was so stiff and drippy.  Frank NEEDED emptying.  And
Mike was developing a keen sense of the desire to satisfy not only his own
needs, but his lover's as well.

  Mike arose from his post orgasmic torpor and scooted down to place a kiss
on Frank's cock.

  Frank did an odd thing.  He sat up -- on the end of the bed and said,
"Honey, a boy should only suck a man's cock if he's naked and on his knees.
It's a sign of respect.  You're already naked.  Would you like to get on
your knees and suck my cock?  I would like that very much."

  So would Mike.  He scooted out of bed and hit his knees at Frank's feet.

  Having no real idea how to proceed, Mike surveyed his welcome task.  A
big stiff monster. Reaching for the ceiling.  Dripping some clear stuff.

  Frank's legs were spread wide to give Mike full access.

  Mike loved the smell of sex and anticipation that Frank gave off.

  Deciding on a strategy, Mike leaned in and began to lick that drippy
stuff off of Frank's pink, exposed cockhead.  Frank moaned.

  So far so good.

  Rather than do that "sucking" thing, about which Mike was unsure, the boy
decided on a licking strategy.

  He licked all around the man's sensitive cockhead.  Up and down the
scorching shaft.  Then the hairy, wrinkled danglers.

  So far so great.

  Mike returned to the cockhead, licking softly and sweetly.  When he
sensed that the man was approaching a conclusion, he instinctively pulled
back his teeth, opened his mouth and capped the man-sized cockhead with his
boyish mouth.

  That did Frank in.

  The man pumped an enormous load of creamy goodness into Mike's mouth.
The boy's first taste of sperm.

  And a big taste it was.  A feast.

  The surprised boy was only able to swallow a little of Frank's load.  The
rest drenched the boy's face and covered his chest, drooling down to his
restiffened cock.

  There Mike was.  A kneeling, naked, submissive little sissyboy.  Drenched
in a man's cum.

  And he had never been happier.

  As he shared a naked, cummy kiss with Frank. Mike only hoped that Dennis
had had as good a night as Mike had.

  He had.


  More about Camp Kismidadi and the real purpose of the camp in the next
episode.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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