CAMP S.U.C.K. XXV
Lenny said, "Wow, look at the size of that thing!"
"From the size of that bulge in your pants, your cock is oversized for your age and you have a lot of growing to do yet, so you'll probably be bigger than I by my age. Len, still staring at Jon's cock slowly peeled his clothes off, and sure enough, the kid had a gorgeous six inch uncut organ sticking straight up and ending at the bottom of his belly button. "I realize you haven't sucked a cock yet, but I'll bet you'll do fine. The first rule is to make an 0 of your lips so your teeth don't scrape me. I'm not into pain. Let me give you a couple of stokes so you get the idea." Jon pried the boy's cock off his belly, peeled his foreskin back and gave him a few in and out sucks. Len's cock had a little musky taste and Jon hated to quit. Jon stood up, Len went to his knees and with no hesitation took Jon's boner into his eager mouth. The kid sucked like he hadn't had a meal in a month and Jon gave him a few pointers: "If you wag your head back and forth with my dick all the way in, I get a really nice sensation." It was so nice, Jon felt his climax approaching too quickly. "I'm getting there. I'm gonna cum pretty quick..."
Len pulled his head back and said: "I'm sorry, I'm a little chicken to have you orgasm in my mouth, so let me jack you off." Staring with fascination at Jon's now bright red cockhead, the boy slowly and gently stroked that lovely penis. Jon felt that delicious preorgasmic tension rise, and rise, and, "I'm about there. I'm, oh God that feels...o, o, 0, 0, OOOHHHHHhhhh!" Len felt the cock in his hand swell even more, it throbbed, and a stream of cum shot two feet out of Jon's tool. Again and again it squirted and Lenny was mesmerized. Finally Jon's cock quieted in Len's hand and the last of the semen, a six inch drip, hung from the end of Jon's softening penis. Len caught it on his finger and tentatively brought it to his lips.
Lenny smiled and said, "No surprise, it tastes just like mine, but you make a lot more of it. Gosh, that was fun. Now I'd like to feel you do me. Please. Oh, please, I'm so hot I just gotta cum!" Jon hadn't seen that many vertical dicks and he really admired this one. Lenny was so hard his nuts were pulled up tight on either side of the root of his boner and Jon licked them both tenderly. Then a gentle tug and Jon bared the head of the boy's cock and took it into his mouth. Boy, it tasted different, and very, very good. With just three inches of boycock in his mouth he circled it round and round with his tongue. He stopped just a moment to suck his finger, slipped it into Lenny's asshole and began to fingerfuck him while he did the barber pole thing with his tongue. Seconds later Jon felt the kid's cockhead swell, then his rosebud clenched Jon's finger and the first gush of warm boycum bathed his tongue. He was able to swallow the whole load and continued to gently suck every last drop until Lenny was empty.
"Jon, I don't know how I could ever thank you enough. I've been in paradise this afternoon and I guess I've been burying my feelings all along. You say we're all bisexual, and I accept that, but I know I'm on the gay side of the equation. My counseling is going to take a new turn. Please, could I give you a big hug?" The hug turned into a long, warm kiss and both were aware of the certainty that their friendship would endure.
Bruce had a raging hardon having caught the whole episode through his spy hole so he waited a bit until the boys had gone upstairs and his boner had subsided before returning to the soda fountain. About half an hour later a tall boy, maybe twenty years old, left the ice and Bruce watched him go downstairs to the changing rooms. Luckily, the light under the door was the same room the boy's had left. Bruce quietly closed the door to the adjoining room an crept to his observation post. "Wow," he thought, "a doubleheader!" The tall boy had shed his skating togs and was turning with various poses in front of a mirror and his dick was longer than a whore's dream, not even fully hard. Then he got dressed, turned off his light and left the room. Again, Bruce gave him a couple of minutes to exit the changing area and stepped out of his room.
Facing his door was the tall boy, standing with his arms crossed, frowning at a red faced Bruce. "I thought so, you slimeball. I discovered your peephole putting on my skating tights when I came in this afternoon. Now, you've got a choice. I can rearrange your teeth or I can fuck you cross eyed!"
Bruce: "I may be spoiling your fun, but I'll be the happiest guy in town if you'd stick that big pole up my pooper and tickle the underside of my liver."
The tall kid stuck out his hand and said with a grin, "My name's Ken, let's get in that room. I'm more than ready to tickle." Bruce, always prepared, rolled a rubber on Ken's cock, reached into his pocket, pulled out a small bottle of lube and greased up Ken's ten incher. "I'd like you on your back so I can watch your cock." Bruce assumed the position, and shivered with pleasure as Ken slowly advanced his dick up to the hilt.
"Fuck me hard, I really need a real pounding" Bruce said. Ken happily complied and paused only long enough to use a finger to retrieve the string of precum hanging from Bruce's boner. It was only a couple of minutes before Bruce blurted, "Ah SHIT!", and his penis began to squirt. Ken paused to watch the hydraulic display and counted nine healthy loads of cum firing from Bruce's bouncing dick. "Damn. I hated to cum so quick. I was really enjoying that. Haven't gone off prematurely like that in a long time."
Ken resumed his rectal thrusts and said, "I'm sorry too. I was looking forward to sucking the jizz out of you after I came. "Bruce knew when Ken was about to unload: his face screwed up as though in agony and then Bruce could feel Ken's dick throb and could almost feel the condom filling with his semen. "Nice, that was nice. I want a rematch soon, and next time I want to see if your goo tastes as good as your ice cream."
TO BE CONTINUED