Tim didn't wait for an invitation, he dove directly for Jon's balls. Precum was dripping from them and a steady tiny rivulet continued to seep out of Jon's pecker. Tim's tongue worked hard to lick the luscious juice from Jon's ballsac, then moved up for the main course. He started up the shaft that was straining up before him, working all around the sides and underside. The topside was dry, but not for long. When Tim had scoured the coronal groove, he opened his lips and took the whole deep red helmet in his mouth. His moves were slow and gentle. Jon had been hard and leaking for a long time and just had a thorough fucking so Tim guessed it wouldn't take much to put him over the edge. Jon's butthole was already greased, so Tim began to slowly fingerfuck him while he sucked. Jon was going nuts. He had been close to cumming when Tim's pecker was probing his ass, and the kid was teasing him now, but he was getting close...."Oh, I, I'm getting close, I'm getting close..." So Tim stopped moving his finger, held that leaking helmet in his mouth without moving anything but the slightest very light lick of Jon's frenulum and Jon began to beg: "Ahh, shit! let me cum. I've gotta cum! OH, GOD make me cummmmm! I can't stand it any..." CRACK! A hot wad of boycum shot down his rigid cock and blasted Tim's throat. And another, stronger than the first, and again and again, a dozen burning spurts zipped down his dick. Tim tried to swallow the lot but it was far too much and gobs of boygoo leaked from his lips and ran down Jon's penis to coat his nutsack.
The following day he managed to find Bobbie after dinner. She was prettier than he remembered and when she kissed him, it was so different from the sex he had enjoyed with others. It was warm, sweet, and filled him with a glow. Jon: "You've been so on my mind. I want your clitty in me. I don't care if it hurts, I want you to be my lover."
"Could it be you have had a little stretching exercise in the bushes?", she said.
Jon, getting better at prevariction: "No, I've been waiting all my life for you. I want to feel you cum in me, and we'll share the memory for the rest of our lives. I'm beginning to have the notion I'd like to be with you forever."
"Granny told me long ago that one can never trust a thing a man says with a hardon. 'An erect penis has no conscience!' she said. And you have a very hard one at the moment I see. But, bullshit or not, I want to be up to my ovaries in you, so let's find a spot. My clitty has been hard since we made love last and it needs relief! Now!" They found a spot nearby, she rolled on a raincoat, greased it up and slipped a finger into Jon's waiting rosebud. It went easily, so she tried two fingers and it was a bit tight but she waited a moment until his sphincter relaxed, put his legs over her arms and pressed her clitty against its target. She wasn't very big in the cock department, but bigger than Timmy and it took a minute before she slipped in and she kept going to the hilt. "Tell me I'm not hurting you. I care for you too much to cause pain."
"Hurt me some more. I'll give you just seven hours to quit! Oh, Bobbie, it feels like you belong there. Fuck me. Fuck me, I want to feel your dic...er, clitty massage my prostate." So she did, and only a couple of minutes later he yelled: "Damn, I, I'm cumming! She looked down and his cock jumped. With the second jump a stream of boycum shot up his stomach. The third jump produced a stream that almost reached his chin.He moaned and writhed, his face contorted, his eyes shut and he kept spurting hot semen. Finally he stopped, and she began to stroke again. She was so hot from watching him explode, it didn't talke long before she abruptly pulled out, stripped off the rubber, and the incredible tension in her gut released with a torrent of jizz. She coated his stomach, his chest and the top of his left leg. and then, exhausted, flopped down beside him. "Thanks for letting me watch you cum. You always amaze me how a clitty on a petite girl can shoot like a firehose. But next time, I want you to cum in me. I feel sort of incomplete. And I'll try harder not to lose it before you're done." He looked directly into her eyes and said: "OK, you can trust me now, my erection is gone, so please believe me. I love you. I'm not too young to know what that means, but I know what I feel, and it's love."
She pulled him to her and said in his ear, "I'm not sure, when we're both soaked in cum, I can believe you. But I will, because I know what I feel is love too."
The 'canopener' question from Jack, the counsellor at the next tent, was "what's been the most uncomfortable thing about camp so far?".
Mary: "I guess just going naked."
Henry: "Same with me. I mean, I'm fat, way overweight. And I felt awful waddling around bare, but I've seen a lot of kids fatter than I am, and I'm getting used to it."
Jan: "I got my period and I just couldn't face walking around with my tampon string hanging out. So I tucked it in between my vaginal lips, but it kept falling out.Then I saw a lot of girls with their periods and I said to hell with it, and just let everything hang out.
Ginny: "My boobs are different. I mean, one is bigger than the other and I felt like a freak naked. But it's getting easier because there are a whole bunch of girls with eneven sized breasts so I'm not so freaked out as I was at the beginning."
Frank: "I don't know who I am. I think about sex with guys, I know I've got a big gay streak, but the guys I see who seem gay turn me off."
Jack replied, "I suspect your gaydar isn't well enough tuned up. All the guys in camp have a gay leaning, or they wouldn't be here. You just haven't met the right guy yet. Reach out and touch someone."
Bill: "It's my cock. It just stays up all the time! I can't think about anything else. Every guy I see with an erection makes me crazy. I guess I'll just have to keep banging away until it gets empty."
Jon: "I'm conflicted. I've had sex with a couple of guys and enjoyed it. I know I'm mostly gay. I really like a dick in my mouth, but the thought of a french kiss with another guy borders on disgusting. What kind of a queer am I?"
Jack: "Gay comes in all sorts of flavors. Maybe you'll stay that way about kissing all your life, maybe you just haven't met the right guy yet. Time will tell and meanwhile enjoy the cocks and don't worry about the tongues."
Jon left the tent and thought he'd see if he could find Bobbie. Frank caught up with him and said: "Seems like we have sort of the same problem. I never guessed you were gay. I mean, you don't act gay...."
Jon had his eye on Frank from the first time he saw him. Big for sixteen, a swimmer's body, handsome, with a nice package, though he hadn't seen it hard. "So, Frank, you haven't had any sex with a guy yet?"
"Nope. A girl tried to jack me off the first day of camp, but she was clumsy, didn't know what she was doing and I lost my erection and she quit. Then I fucked her roommate, and it was OK, but not great. I mean, it was novel, and my first time, but it isn't anything I really crave."
Jon said, "I know a nice spot to get away from the crowd, so let me jack you and we'll see if you like it." Frank stretched out and Jon laid down beside him in the 69 position. He began by softly stroking Frank's stomach and inner thighs, ocasionally brushing his penis which rapidly became hard. Pointing about 45 degrees above the horzontal, it was a beautiful thing: about 8 inches long, thick, and with a flaring helmet extending well outside his cockshaft. Jon was thinking, 'sheesh, I don't want that thing up my ass!'. He moved his hand to begin gently fondling Frank's nuts. God, they were big! Then, with a feathery touch he stroked the lovely cock before him. Precum appeared and Jon flicked off a drop and tasted it. Nice. Whoa! He felt Franks hand on his rockhard organ stroking him. Jon just couldn't help himself; his head moved forward as though being pushed by a massive force and he took that big glans in his mouth. He couldn't get Fran's whole cock in, it was too big, but he could suck that gorgeous cockhead. He began to tug Frank's ballsac down while he sucked and then he felt a whole new sensation: Frank was sucking his dick and doing a damn good job at it! Jon began to stroke Frank's stony shaft, still tongue washing his glans, but that didn't last long until Frank's head came off his cock and he announced he was getting close... Jon kept stroking but leaned back to watch Frank cum, and did he cum! Those big balls sent gush after gush of semen to roll down his cock and coat Jon's hand. Jon looked up and Frank's head was rolled back, his eyes clenched shut and and with a grimace like he was in pain. Finally the torrent ceased and Jon licked Frank's piss slit until the cum finally stopped oozing.
Frank: "Wow, I've wondered how that would feel, but I never dreamed it could be that good. How can I repay you?"
"Apparently you can't hear that little voice in my penis crying 'suck me! suck me! don't leave me leaking like this!', said Jon. And Frank took Jon's cock back in his mouth and began to suck. This time, not distracted by his own sensations, he used his tongue as well as his lips and thoroughly enjoyed Jon's dick. Jon had been pretty close before Frank shot off and quickly he warned Frank that he was about to cum. But Frank continued his ministrations as though he hadn't heard and Jon felt the building pressure like a balloon being blown up beyond it's capacity until POW! The first wad of hot cum sped down his urethra like a hot peanut with a sensation when it zipped through his glans too exquisite to describe. Jon wailed as spurt after spurt raced down his cock while Frank swallowed until he overflowed and the jizz ran down his chin.
Frank wiped Jon's semen off his face, smiled and said: "Well, you answered my question bigtime! I need to thank Jack for the good advice."
TO BE CONTINUED