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He was a cute little guy with blond hair. His name was Logan - I knew him from school. At fifteen, he had the hard body of a kid who worked out without overdoing it. His all-over tan suggested that he spent a lot of time here at the swimming hole. Spread out on a beach towel in the sun, he was the picture of summer perfection.
As I watched, Logan began to play with his boner. He stroked it a long time, stopping occasionally to prolong his pleasure. When he finally blew, he shot a huge load onto his chest. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and casually stretched before walking to the water and diving in. Returning to his towel, he lay down on his stomach.
I decided that I was going to fuck him.
I walked quietly onto the beach and spread my towel about fifteen feet away, close enough to be friendly but not too close. Removing my shorts, I lay down on my back.
At seventeen, I was two years ahead of Logan at school. My equally hard body also had an all-over tan because I spent a lot of time at the swimming hole too.
Logan sat up and realized he wasn't alone.
"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" he exclaimed. "How long have you been here?"
"Since you jacked off," I replied with a grin. "I got here just as you started and didn't want to interrupt your fun."
Logan's flush of embarrassment showed through his tan. I moved my towel next to his.
"It's not a big deal, Logan," I said. "I jack off here all the time. I don't mind being watched."
To prove that point, I stroked my boner. Logan watched with fascination. My boner wasn't huge, but at seven and one-half inches it was probably longer than average.
Logan was hard again. Boldly, I reached over and grabbed his boner. As he watched apprehensively, I began to stroke it. After a while he lay back and closed his eyes. I quietly reached for the lubricant hidden under my shorts.
My mouth replaced my hand on Logan's pole. He gasped and leaned up to look, but he didn't object to what I was doing. I slid my hand between his thighs. He spread his legs giving me access to his hole. Slipping my finger inside, I played with his p-spot.
Logan sighed with contentment and lay back down on his towel. As I continued to work him over, he grabbed my hair and began to thrust his pole upwards. He was getting close. Without warning, he shot his load down my throat.
"That was hot!" Logan said with a grin. "Play with my asshole again."
I massaged Logan again with my finger. Then I added a second finger. He squirmed with pleasure. He was hard as a rock again.
"I can make you feel even better," I said.
"How you gonna do that?" he asked.
"With my boner," I replied.
"You're gonna fuck me," he said.
"That's right," I responded.
"Bareback," he added.
"Definitely," I confirmed.
"And you're gonna cum inside me," he finished.
"That's the idea," I said with a grin.
Logan wasn't sure about that. He casually stroked his boner while he considered it.
"Okay, you're on, Buddy," he decided, spreading his legs wider. "Put it in."
Carefully, I slipped my pole inside. Logan gasped from the initial surprise and discomfort of being filled. As I slowly slid my boner in and out, he began to relax.
"This is the first time you've done this, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, it is," he admitted.
"Do you like it?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah!" he replied, grinning up at me. "I like it a lot! It feels real good!"
As I gently fucked him, Logan relaxed more and more. Closing his eyes, he put his hands behind his head, enjoying the feeling of my pole moving inside him. From time to time, a drop of boy juice leaked from his boner into a growing pool on his danger trail.
Then I increased the tempo, and Logan responded quickly. Grabbing my forearms, he squirmed under me trying to further impale himself. I played him like a fish. As I teased him inside with my pole, he silently begged for release through eyes glazed with pleasure. When I finally let him cum, he howled like a wild animal, spewing his load from his hard stomach to his blond hair.
As Logan came, I grinned with satisfaction and pushed my pole all the way in. Seven and one-half inches inside, I flooded him with my cum.
"Gotta go now," Logan advised me as he quickly put on his shorts, snatched up his towel, and headed for the trail up the hill.
Logan was having second thoughts about having gone all the way. I had fucked seven kids here this summer. They all had regrets if it was their first time, but they always came back for more. I was fucking Logan's younger brother nearly every day. The kid couldn't get enough of it. I would be fucking Logan again soon.
I congratulated myself on my success. After a swim, I lay down on my towel, stroking my boner back to life.
I heard footsteps, and then sensed hesitation. I looked up.
"Come on over and join me," I said with a smile.
He was a cute dark-haired kid with a quick smile. His name was Chad - I knew him from school. At sixteen, he was a hot little guy. He had his hand in his shorts stroking his boner. His cocky attitude suggested this might not be his first time, but he would be a good fuck anyway. Adding two to my list in one day would be a record.
"Spread your towel right here beside me," I encouraged him. "Pull those shorts off and we'll go for a swim."
"Okay!" he said with a grin.
Chad was stroking my boner before we got out of the water. Getting inside this kid was going to be easy.
Returning to my towel, I lay down again. Chad stood beside me, stroking his pole.
"I think you like to play around," I observed with a smile.
"You bet I do!" he replied.
"What do you wanna do?" I asked.
Kneeling between my legs, Chad lubed his pole.
"It's not what I wanna do, it's what I'm gonna do," he announced. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"You're sure of that?" I inquired, grinning at his audacity.
"I know it," he said, grinning back and inserting his boner inside me.
"You're gonna fuck me, so I'm gonna fuck you first."
This wasn't the first time I had let a kid fuck me in order to fuck him. The few who were experienced usually wanted to take turns that way, but usually the bargaining was done before the fucking started. I didn't question him. I knew I would get my turn.
Chad obviously had done this before, and he wasn't going to screw around. He immediately started pounding me. It only took him a couple of minutes before he cried out with pleasure and shot his load.
"Okay, your turn," he said, dropping down on his own towel.
I lubed myself quickly and put my boner inside Chad with no more warning than he had given me. I wasn't gentle. This kid was already broken in. He grinned up at me. He was eating this up. Top or bottom, he simply liked to fuck. I didn't spend any more time in him than he had in me. This was for the score.
"That was great!" he said as he pulled on his shorts. "Gotta go now!"
So that made eight, and the second for the day. I was very pleased with myself.
(As he ran up the trail to the highway, Chad was congratulating himself too. Buddy had been easy. He had known how to score on Buddy after watching him fuck Logan. His goal to fuck each of the forty-two senior boys was proceeding well - he already had scored with ten. Spying at the swimming hole helped him plan his next move. He had taken a picture of Ryan fucking his younger brother and texted it to Ryan. He would come back later to fuck Ryan. Adding two to his list in one day would be a record.)