Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:24:48 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 29

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

Thanks to Matt for the idea of introducing the three boys at the end of the
last chapter and for the possibilities those characters bring into this
one.

No college basketball players were harmed in the writing or reading of this
story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this
far?


Games With Stefan

Chapter #29-The Camping Trip (Part 3)

by eddyriha

From the last chapter:

"Well, what have we here?" a voice suddenly asked.

I turned quickly, rising to my feet as I did.  There, a few feet away,
stood three boy scouts.  The two older ones, who seemed to be around
fourteen, were dressed in the usual green scout uniform shirts with
matching shorts.  The younger boy, who was probably twelve, was also
wearing a scout shirt, which was completely unbuttoned.  But in place of
the green shorts, he was wearing rather tight bicycle shorts, from which
two cords extended, the ends of which were grasped tightly by each of his
companions.  It didn't take me any time to figure out that the ends of the
cords that I couldn't see were tied around the younger scout's erect cock.

"Well, what have we here?" one of the older scouts repeated, a smile
breaking out across his face.  I too was smiling: I had found some other
boys who enjoyed the same kinds of games Stefan and I loved to play.

And the story continues:

"Well, what have we here?" the oldest of the three scouts repeated a third
time.

"Just playing some games with my slave boy," I replied.  "Isn't that
right?"  And I nudged Stefan with my foot.

"Yes, Master," he said in his most submissive voice.

"Cool!" the second boy said.  "They like to play the master-slave game,
too!"

"So what kinds of games do you guys play?" the first boy said.  He was
eying my spreadeagled boy lying on his belly on a large, flat, sunwarmed
rock.

"Pretty much everything," I replied.  "He sucks me, I fuck him, I tie him
down, I humiliate him, I make him rim me--"

"What does that mean?" the youngest boy asked.  The other two pulled
simultaneously on the cords which were tied around his cock, and he cried
out in pain.

"Sorry about that," the first boy replied.  "We are still training Jamie
here to speak only when we give him permission."

"But what does it mean to rim someone?" the second boy asked.

"It means to lick their asshole inside and out," the first boy told his
companion.

"Ewwww," the second boy replied.

"Not one of us, silly," the first boy said.  "That would be Jamie's job."

Jamie looked down at his feet, as if afraid the other two would make him
rim them right then and there.

"What games do you play?" I asked the first boy.

"So far, Jamie just sucks us.  We were bringing him up here today to take
the next step.  He's got a cute ass that's just crying out to be fucked."

"Let me see."

Without any hesitation, the first boy turned Jamie around, bent him over,
and lifted up the scout's untucked shirt.  As he did that, the second boy
pulled down the Jamie's bicycle shorts, exposing a cute, pink ass to the
sunlight.

I stepped forward and placed both hands on the boy's cheeks.  "A fine ass
indeed," I said.  I ran a finger down the boy's crack and around his virgin
pucker.  "Oh, this ass is amazing.  Yes, it is crying out to be fucked."

Jamie started to say something, but both of his masters pulled on the cords
that were tied to his cock.

"But if you are here already," the second boy said, "we can go somewhere
else."

"There's plenty of room for you and your games," I replied.  "And maybe we
can share in the games, too."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have a slave and you have a slave.  And maybe we can play some
games with each other's property."

The first boy looked down at Stefan's tanned body, stretched out on the
rock.  He ran his right hand across the boy's back and down onto his ass.
He slapped the nearest asscheek really hard, causing Stefan to shift in
position slightly, but he didn't cry out.

"What a good slave," the first boy said.  "Perhaps one of us can have some
fun with him, while Jamie watches, so he will know what we expect of him."

"I think Stefan would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master."  Actually, I hadn't been sure whether he would be willing,
since he was facing away from us and couldn't see the three scouts.  He
could only tell what was happening when we spoke.

"Cool," the second boy said.  "Can I try him first?"  I know he was asking
because he knew how the first boy wanted to be the first to fuck their own
slave.

I nodded, and so did the first boy.  "Now watch closely," he said to Jamie,
as he held both cords in his hand and tugged gently on them.  "This is what
we will do to you in just a few minutes.  This is that next level we've
been talking about.  This is what slaves were made to do to serve their
masters."

"Besides sucking their cocks?"

"Besides sucking their cocks."

"Is he a good cocksucker?" I asked, scratching myself through my shorts.

"He's all right," the first boy replied.  "He's still learning not to use
his teeth."

"Care if I have a go at him?"

"Just for a suck," he replied.  "I get first crack at his ass."

I resisted drawing attention to the pun he'd just made, but I turned my
attention to Jamie, who was still looking down at his feet.  "Come here,
boy," I said to him gently.

He walked over to me, and the first boy came with him, still holding the
cords in his hand.

"Kneel."  Jamie obeyed, automatically placing his hands behind his back and
looking at my crotch with anticipation.

I dropped my shorts, and my five-inch cock sprang to full size in his face.
Jamie instinctively reached up with his right hand and gripped the solid
shaft.  His fingers were short, barely surrounding it.  And his nails were
well-chewed, something that turns me on, because it means the boy has an
oral fixation.  And what better thing to serve an orally fixated boy than
my cock?

He kissed the tip of my cock with his soft, damp lips.  Then he slowly,
methodically, stuck out his tongue and rested the tip of it under the head.
He gradually ran the tip of his tongue down the underside of the shaft,
almost tickling as he went.  His tongue was a little scratchy, not soft and
tender like Stefan's.  I was beginning to wonder what his two masters had
done to Jamie to make his tongue so rough, when he suddenly opened his
mouth and sucked me inside.  He couldn't fit me fully, since he had a
twelve-year-old's mouth, but with a little pressure from my hands on the
back of his head, he slowly impaled more of his mouth and throat on my
cock.

"Good boy," I said, ruffling his hair gently.  "You have the perfect mouth
for my cock."

He looked up at me with pride in his eyes.  He would make a really good
slave, I thought, because he knows how important it is to please his
master.

As he began sliding his mouth up and down my cock, I was watching the
second boy, whose name I learned (from his conversation with the first boy)
was Bobby, strip himself completely of his shirt and shorts, then pull out
a small bottle of baby oil, squirt some onto his left hand, and begin
lubing his cock.  He was standing between Stefan's spread legs, and when he
had finished lubing himself, he slipped one, then two, of his oily fingers
into Stefan's already slicked hole.

"Oh, this is awesome," he said to his buddy.

"What's awesome?"

"This boy already has his ass slippery inside."

"Let me see."  The first boy, whose name turned out to be Billy, reached in
with an unlubed finger and swirling it around inside Stefan's hole.  "Hot
damn!" he exclaimed.  "This slave sure it ready and willing to be fucked!"

"We'll have to make sure Jamie keeps himself lubed at all times," Bobby
said.  "You never know when we'll need him to drop trou and satisfy us."

"You got that right," Billy replied.

Bobby turned his attention to the prone figure of my slave spreadeagled
before him.  He spread Stefan's asscheeks and positioned his hard cock just
outside the boy's well-used hole.  He looked at Billy and I as if waiting
for confirmation, then pushed into Stefan's ass.  My boy, being quite used
to serving his own master's cock, knew how to let Bobby's four-inch rod in,
and the boy almost fell over, he slid in so quickly and smoothly.

"Damn, but your ass feels good!" he said as he slapped Stefan's back.
"Warm and tight, just like a pussy."  Like he would know, I thought to
myself.  But I didn't say it.

Stefan grunted in response, then shifted a little to try to get Bobby to
start fucking him.

Bobby looked back at me.  "I'm in," he said, "now what do I do?"

"You pull back some and then ram all the way in," I replied.  "You keep
your cock inside him the whole time, but you start a rhythm of pulling back
and pushing in.  That's the fucking part."

Bobby pulled back too quickly and popped right out of Stefan's ass.  "Try
it again," I said.  "Only pull back slower, so you don't fall out of his
ass like that."

He thrust himself back in, then pulled back more slowly.  Once he felt the
head of his cock catch just inside Stefan's sphincter, he paused, then
pushed back in.  A smile broke over his face as he realized what he had
done--and how easy it was.  A few more thrusts in and pulls back, and Bobby
was pistoning his cock in and out of the boy's ass like he'd been doing it
his whole life.

Meanwhile, I could feel Jamie's sandpapery tongue rubbing the underside of
my cock as it filled his mouth.  He was drooling a little down his chin, as
he gave his attention to the five-incher he was sucking.  I was nearing the
point of no return, so I put both hands behind the boy's head and said
quietly, "I'm gonna cum into your mouth, and you'll swallow it.  Right,
boy?"

He looked up at me and signaled that he understood.  I had the feeling he'd
sucked plenty of cum down his throat already in his twelve years of life.
The way that Bobby was fucking Stefan, I could tell the older boys had been
using their younger friend as a cum dump for quite some time.  And Jamie
seemed to love every minute of it.

With those thoughts in mind, I began shooting my load into Jamie's mouth.
He almost gagged because it hit him so quickly and forcefully, but he was
well-trained: he began swallowing almost immediately, and he never let any
of my cum pass his lips.

As soon as I finished, Jamie began sucking the last drops of cum from my
cock, and then he licked my shaft and head all over, removing all the
excess drool.  Then he looked up at me from his kneeling position and said,
"THank you master for the privilege of drinking your cum."

"You are welcome, boy," I said as I ruffled his hair.  Then I leaned down
and kissed his lips, which were sticky from traces of my cum.  "You are one
good cocksucker."

About that point, Bobby was pumping himself faster and faster into Stefan,
his thrusts causing the boy to strain against his bonds and to moan loudly.
But I could see that, even as Stefan had his eyes closed, there was a smile
on his face.  He was enjoying the feel of Bobby's inexperienced cock
fucking his ass.

"Oh, fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Bobby began shouting as his cock erupted
inside Stefan's ass.  He kept thrusting and pushing into the boy, so some
of his cum appeared around his shaft where it entered Stefan.  "Oh, fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!"

As he slowed down and half-collapsed over Stefan's sunwarmed back, Bobby
was almost breathless as he said, "Damn!  That boy's ass is fuckin'
awesome!"

"Your slave is well-behaved," Billy told me.  "I know Jamie's not yet as
experienced, but I bet he will prove to be just as good, someday."

Jamie looked up at Billy, with pride in his eyes.  "I will do my best,
Master," he said.

"Well, you might as well begin now," Billy replied, as he began removing
his shirt and shorts.