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A MOUNTAIN RETREAT
Chapter 2
Story codes; Mbb bb
“Wow, he comes more than your cousin does,” Steven observed. It had been years at scout camp since I had experienced the feeling of lips around my cock. Now I had succumbed to the temptation of sharing sex with two preteen boys and I was not disappointed. I had just enjoyed a monumental eruption with help from my two young friends. I wilted to a state of sublime relaxation while the boys expounded on the virtues of oral sex and the quantity and consistency of my come. While watching Mark and me get off Steven’s little cock had come to life again, and Mark’s was beginning to stir. I would need several minutes to recover and these two pre-teens were ready to go again.
I realized the pitfalls of someone my age getting involved with younger boys. I had no fear that I was homosexual; I knew I really preferred and wanted sex with girls but just couldn’t seem to find a girl willing. Maybe I was unwillingly saving myself for marriage when the trend among young people was away from that concept. In the meantime my most educational and satisfying sex experiences to this point had been with other boys at scout camp. So I accepted boys’ adventures and the chance to participate again.
“It’s too bad we don’t have some girls here,” Steven announced stroking his stiff weenie. “Especially if they liked to play around,” he added. I reminded Steven that he and his sister had frequently been naked with each other. He admitted that they had also played around then added that he and Mark had managed to get both of their little sisters naked.
“But when we started touching and stuff, my sister wouldn’t do it any more and she’s been a real prude ever since,” Mark lamented. “But Stephanie’s really cool,” he went on, “And there’s Marissa Miller up the street. She’s in my class and she has tits already and even showed ‘em to couple of my friends. I’d like to see her naked.” The boys speculated about girls they knew for a few minutes citing observations, and fantasies involving several girls while vigorously pumping their stiff little units.
There was a brief discussion of the mechanics of sex with girls. Mark confirmed some of the information that Steven would receive in health class and added that some of the “good stuff” would be left out but assured his younger friend that he could learn from experience and other kids. The two acknowledged that they knew a kid who had bragged about “doing it” going all the way with a girl. As the discussion progressed so did the action of their hands in their crotch. Eyeing each other, the boys decided that when no girls were around that would let them “do stuff” that they would continue having fun with each other.
“Let’s do this,” Steven said jumping up and moving over in front of Mark. He pointed his stiff little dick at Mark’s and pushed Mark’s foreskin back with his fingers. Then he moved until their pinkish tips touched and pulled the skin back over the top of his little knob docking them tip to tip. Mark glanced my way as if he wondered if this little act might be too juvenile. Then Steven moved again pulling Mark’s unit down and trapping it between his legs. “We do this sometimes pretending we’re doing it with a girl,” Steven announced. I had no idea the eleven-year-old was acquainted with the concept. It was obvious he was growing in knowledge and experience.
The two boys were now pressed tightly together, the smaller one on top, writhing in rhythm. I could see Mark’s dick appear and disappear below the crack of Steven’s pale round butt. The dimly lit erotic scene was bringing my own sex back to life. Steven was looking up at Mark and at once point appeared to whisper something to him. They looked at each other as Steven said, “There’s one other thing we do that’s kind of like doing it with a girl.” I guessed immediately where this was going.
“It’s probably like what we used to do at scout camp,” I volunteered hoping I was right.
“Do you want to?” Steven asked quietly. “I guess so,” Mark agreed. “I’ll do you first then you can do me, OK?” Mark nodded in agreement. Steven rose up and shuffled back as Mark turned over on his stomach. I was right.
Steven moved up on his knees between Mark’s legs and put his palms on Mark’s firm round butt. He spread the pale cheeks then moved closer and aimed his stiff little tool at the puckered little hole that I could barely see. He poked and probed as Mark reached back to help then announced that he was in a little ways.
“Is this what you did at scout camp?” Steven asked looking up.
“Yes,” I answered, “But you know what? It’s easier if you use some cream or oil or something.”
“So do you have some?” Steven asked, interested. “Let me see,”and I began rummaging around in the near dark. Then I got an idea and pulled a plastic bottle out of the box of food. “Try this,” holding up the cooking oil.
When Steven pulled back I seized the opportunity and put a little on my fingers and reached down applying it liberally to his stiff little prick. Then I put a dab on a finger and rubbed it on Mark’s still exposed little pucker. Adding a little more I let my finger probe into the little hole lubing it some more. Mark humped his butt upward reacting to my finger. Then an anxious Steven brushed me aside and scooted up behind Mark’s bare bum again. He wiggled into position and then flexed his hips.
“Oh, man, it went right in. The oil works,” he announced. I watched rubbing the residue of the oil on my own stiff dick as the eleven year old flexed his hips in short strokes knowing his little dick was firmly ensconced in Mark’s warm butt. Steven lay across Mark’s back and as his humping increased the shortness of his tool kept causing him to fall out. But he would quickly recover and go at it again. Finally Mark announced it was his turn and the younger boy rose up then assumed Mark’s previous position on the sleeping bag.
I volunteered to apply the oil and Mark grinned at my lingering with the application on his stiff tool. As I gently jacked him to an even harder state he looked up and asked slyly, “Do I get to do it with you, too?” I nodded,
“Probably,” then turned to finger a few drops of oil into Steven’s little brown pucker. Mark moved over pulling Steven’s hips up giving him a better angle. Then he lined up his weapon and began to probe. He slipped past the opening a couple of times and drew some minor complaints from Steven. Then as I watched, fascinated, the slick pink head popped through to the pulled back foreskin. Steven groaned and winced slightly at the first intrusion, and they held still for a few seconds. Then I could see Mark’s dick slowly disappear in to his younger friend’s canal, until his belly was pressed against Steven’s pale cheeks.
There was only minor protest by Steven. “Oh, man it’s in, that oil really works.” I wondered at the difficulty the two might have experienced without it, as Mark nodded and began moving his hips against his friend’s backside gradually picking up speed. I would still beat off sometimes to memories of circle jerks with my buddies, and the night at camp when Trent and I took turns butt fucking a pair of twins. But nothing in my experience or fantasies could equal the erotic scene that was taking place in front of me in the dim lantern light.
I was mesmerize by the motion of the fair twelve-year-old planted between the spread legs, steadily plunging all of his four inches into his friend’s willing hole then gradually drawing back to do it again. The boy on the bottom lay with his head on the sleeping bag and his butt arched high in the air moving gradually back as his friend thrust in. Mark reached around and found Steven’s hard penis and stroked it in rhythm with his movement working up and down over the small tight sack as well.
As a look of euphoria began to spread on his face, Mark rose up and pulled out letting his oiled dick bounce up against his belly. “I was getting close,” he said. “I wanted to save it.” Then he looked at the still raised backside of his friend, “Do you want a try?”
“He might be too big,” Steven protested, turning and facing them his little dick poking up. “Let him try you first and see if it fits,” he suggested.
“Do you want to?” the older boy asked.
“Sure,” I answered. Why wouldn’t I? The usually shy Mark had taken on a new demeanor and reached for the oil. He obviously intended to oil me as I had done him. He let his hands linger on my rigid phallus smiling as he stroked it and cupped my balls. I was afraid I would explode before I got the chance to enter his warm portal. After a few seconds he turned, lay on his stomach and reached back parting his cheeks. I moved over with my knees between his legs and aimed at the target. I had forgotten that it often took some effort to achieve the initial entry and this time was no exception. My purple glans slipped and slid before the tip finally popped in. I felt the boy wince and held still a few seconds. “OK?” I queried.
“Yeah, it’s OK now, go ahead,” Mark said. Taking my time I started pushing in. Despite the original resistance once in my shaft moved more easily into the incredibly tight shaft. When my pelvis pressed into the boy’s cheeks I stopped for few seconds. “OK?” I asked again. “Yeah, Mark said over his shoulder. “It’s feels about like when my cousin does it. You’re about the same size.” Despite the dubious comparison to a fifteen-year-old, I was glad that I had not created major discomfort.
Just as I began to achieve a steady rhythm I felt a giggling Steven straddle my legs. Then a small tube of flesh began probing at my butt crack. Steven was trying to fuck me. I held still for a few seconds until I felt the end of the little member slip into me. It felt like a finger tip short enough that the depth of my crack prevented much penetration. When I resumed my motion the little pecker kept slipping out. It was kind of funny until the sensation in my loins began to get serious.
Steven gave up after a promise to let him try another way later and I resumed my assault on Mark’s anal canal anew. Then the twelve year old rolled to the side dislodging my dick. “My turn now?” he asked.
“Sure,” I answered and we reversed our positions. Mark added a little oil and tugged on my hips until he found the right angle. He was in a hurry and the suddenness of his entrance made me wince. I was grateful that he was no bigger as he began plowing into me. His first venture into Steven’s backside had left him unsatisfied and now he was on a quest. In only a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his phallus pulse in my butt. There was a little bit of warmth but I couldn’t really tell for sure if he had released any clear pre teen come.
Mark had scarcely rolled to the side and collapsed on the sleeping bag before Steven was on his back again probing with his teeny weenie. The younger boy poked and humped for several minutes before pulling out and setting up pumping his little unit to a conclusion with his fingers. Then announcing that he was spent he rolled up in his sleeping bag.
Mark had continued to lie there, recovering from his major orgasm. I turned the lamp down lower and moved over beside him again. Steven got quiet and was obviously dozing off. Mark was turned away from me but I could see the blonde boy stroking himself again. I moved up closer behind him and reached around replacing his hand with mine. He was hard again and I stroked him and massaged his small balls. When I scooted up closer my dick slipped under his butt crack. He moved his legs apart letting me slide between them.
“Do you want to do a little more,” I asked in a whisper. I was ready to loose another load and his pale round butt was inviting in the dim light. “Sure,” he answered and rolled over a little. I moved behind him and spread his legs with my knees and lined up the target. There was still enough oil on both of us to make the entry smooth. I felt my knob pop through his sphincter and slowly pressed forward with my hips until his cheeks were against my belly.
He was now flat on the sleeping bag as I lay pressed against his back with one of my hands under him gripping his dick. I held on to his dick as I rode him plunging as deeply as I could. He groaned a couple of times as my attack went deeper. I kept a steady pace wanting to make it last. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. My head was next to his ear and as I sped up I asked, “Does your cousin ever come in you?” “Yeah,” he sort of whispered. “’Cause I’m about to,” I added. Just as I thought I heard him concede that it was all right a gusher erupted surging up from my balls and exploding into my young friend’s bowels.
As my pecker pulsed I could feel him clench around it. Despite having come already just a few minutes ago I had loosed an ample charge and the excess began to leak from around Mark’s hole. Many times while I jacked off I had tried to recall my early orgasms while joined with other scouts. They were all fantastic but I doubted that any could equal this last one.
Daylight was covering the tent like a shining blanket when I opened my eyes. There were isolated sounds of birds punctuating the silence of the mountains along with the occasion whisper of a rustling Aspen. I glanced over at the two sleeping forms that appeared as lumps in their sleeping bags. Slipping on some sweat pants and a shirt, I put my bare feet in my waffle stompers and slipped outside to pee.
A fine glisten of dew and the damp pine smell of earl morning cleared my head and brought a quick recall of the events of last night. It was sex with two boys. Society still frowned on such things, but sexual mores were changing. Phrases like “sexual revolution” and “if it feels good, do it” and others were floating around. Boys teased and ridiculed queerness in locker rooms but engaged each other in smaller groups. As young as they were Steven and Mark were already getting in to it. And I was horny for any kind of sex.
While I lit the Coleman stove and set up the coffee pot and another of just water, the image of the two naked boys stuck in my head and my soldier started to come to attention again. I laughed at myself and started getting breakfast ingredients from the ice chest.
When I stepped inside the tent to retrieve the cooking oil, Mark was just stirring. He stood up grinning as I commented on needing the oil for other purposes. He was naked and his piss laden unit was standing up proudly. I couldn’t help but notice what a near perfect specimen he was and realized why the Greeks and Scandinavians view the naked boy form an object of art.
Mark dressed quickly against the chill morning and headed into the trees to pee while I continued with breakfast. Steven was still in his sleeping bag as breakfast was ready and I dispatched Mark to roust him. There groans of complaint followed by shrieks of protest at the methods of arousal but eventually both boys emerged and the young headed for the tree to relieve him self.
When breakfast was finished I offered the rest of the water I had heated to wash up with for sponge baths. I carried the bucket-like pot in to find two naked boys rolling around on the sleeping bags.
“I’m going to wash my weenie so you guys can suck it again,” Steven announced smugly. “What makes you think we will?” I questioned. “Cause you want to,” he answered. He was right.
The chill of the morning and wetness of wash cloths kept our tools in limp limbo for a change while we washed. I watched Mark peel back his foreskin and attend to the pink knob it unveiled. He eyed me when he started to clean the crustiness from his crack. “That was fun last night,” he offered.
“Yeah, I want to do lots more before we have to leave,” Steven piped up. He pumped his hips and thrust his pubis toward us letting his little noodle bounce. Then he covered it with his fingers and started the familiar motion.
Before things escalated I suggested we take a little hike. “Let’s go up to that old cabin,” Steven suggested. “Did you see all those pictures and stuff written on the wall?” We conceded we had and recognized it as virtually all sexual in nature and seemingly was all Steven was thinking about.
The old cabin was just a short hike up a sloped path from where we were camped. Another path, the remnants of an old road, came up from below. It was situated against the mountain at the entrance to an old mine that had caved in and been sealed and abandoned long ago. But the two story structure had remained fairly intact given the winter snow and weather. There were no doors or windows, of course and pieces of the interior walls had fallen and were scattered about the interior. But where panels remained a myriad of graffiti had applied.
Almost all of the inscriptions described some kind of sex that had taken place here. There were initials and inscriptions like, “JT did it with RM,” and “L lost her cherry here,” and sometimes a date was added. Then there were crude stick like drawings showing all manner of activity. On the second floor some box-like scraps of lumber had been covered with a fairly intact piece of wall board. A penciled inscription said, “R and S fucked here on her 14th birthday.”
“So what are we going to write?” Steven asked gripping the little bulge in the cut-offs he had put on. “How about M sucked S here?” he suggested.
“How about S sucked M and R?” Mark retorted, covering the two of us. His hand was also gripping a tent in his pants.
“How about S, M and R sucked each other,” I offered as a compromise, feeling my own stiffness.
“Okay!” Steven agreed quickly tugging the front of his shorts down freeing his rigid weenie. Mark grinned and nodded loosening his own pants. I was surprised at myself as I tugged down my zipper but couldn’t deny I was anxious to engage these two horny pre-teens again.
“What if somebody comes up the trail?” Mark asked, slipping the foreskin back on his boy cock.
“We’ll hear them,” I answered “and we’ll keep a look out.”
“Do me first,” Steven announced and dropped his cut-offs to his ankles. “We can take turns,” he added. His little stick was already standing up expectantly.
Mark grinned at me and dropped to his knees as Steven sat back on the raised piece of wall board. He leaned over cupped his friend’s small ball sack and stroked the swollen peg before slipping his mouth completely over it until his lips touched the bare arch of Steven’s pubic bone. Then he commenced to bob up down in rhythm.
I let my own hand finish unzipping my fly and free my swelling unit. The erotic scene unfolding before me demanded that I give it some attention. After a few minutes Steven pushed Mark’s head away and looked up at me.
“OK, it’s your turn,” he said, grinning. Mark moved over and I took up his position between Steven’s knees. To make the access easier I pulled Steven’s cut-offs over his ankles and set them aside leaving him naked from the waist down. Lifting and spreading his legs I moved my mouth to the eleven-year-old’s small sack and let my tongue probe the two little marbles it held. Then I pushed my tongue down dangerously close to the Steven’s little pucker and then back sucking first one then the other little eggs into my mouth.
“Oh, man, that feels good,” the boy remarked. I gripped his firm cheeks with each hand and pulled him upward as my mouth slipped over his dick and sucked it downward. While my lips and tongue did their work my hand continued to roam over the bare, hairless torso of my young friend, stopping to probe the little hole in the cleft of his butt crack. I wondered if his opening would accommodate my larger size and actually pushed a finger in a little ways. Steven started to groan then pushed me off. “Wait, I don’t want to come yet. And I was really close.”
Steven’s dick throbbed with his heart beat and glistened with my saliva. His face was flushed with excitement. “Do that to him now,” he said nodding toward Mark. The older of the two boys had been watching intently and slowly stroking his equally stiff unit. As Steven moved aside he quickly assumed the position pushing his shorts clear off his ankles as he did.
It seemed a little odd that, given Mark’s stature, tall and rangy with big hands and feet and legs that promised some serious height, that the boy’s genitals were comparatively immature. His balls hung lower than Steven’s and were about the size of nice pecans. The short protrusion of uncircumcised skin gave the impression of being larger. But when it was pulled back over the erect knob and shaft it was only slightly larger than Steven’s, a little over four inches.
Nestling in between the stocky boy’s legs I cupped the ball sack with my fingers and began running the other hand over and around Mark’s crotch. There was only a fine dusting of pale blonde down over his pubic arch, much like that on his legs. The coarser hairs of onrushing puberty had yet to make an appearance. I slipped the foreskin back exposing the pinkish-purple knob. Mark had obviously stretched and exercised his foreskin to allow it to move easily.
I let my thumb brush some of the moisture from around the base of the little crown and held the little pole as I moved my tongue under the tennis ball shaped sack and visible balls. Mark groaned as I licked all around the base of his shaft then arched and pushed when my lips approached the tip pushing it between my lips.
I copied the attention I had given Steven and Mark responded by pulling me into him by the neck and shoulders. His tip bumped the back of my throat. When he felt my finger probe at his hole he arched his butt and I slipped my finger in farther than I had with Steven. This was more aggressive sex than I had ever experienced and was even surprising myself.
Suddenly Mark groaned and at first pulled on the back of my head. I felt a shudder go through him and his dick twitch in my mouth. “Wait, I’m gonna’ come,” he uttered and pulled his pelvis back popping out of my mouth. A small drop of boy come spurted weakly from the tip of his dick. A few drops of salty semen had escaped before he realized it and dripped from my tongue and lips. Mark gripped his weenie and squeezed another couple of drops collecting them on the tip of his foreskin.
“Sorry,” he said as I wiped my mouth. “I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s OK,” I answered.
“Did you come in his mouth?” Steven queried, huddling closely to observe the proceedings. “Wow, what did it taste like?” he asked when we both nodded.
“Not bad,” I said. The younger boy looked at me wide-eyed. Looking back at Mark he said, “Wow you really came. More stuff came out this time.” Mark nodded proudly.
“Now do I get a turn?” I asked, gripping my tool and offering it.
“Sure,” Steven grinned and bent over gripping my pole. He touched his tongue to the end then went down on one knee and slid his lips over the purple knob. He flicked his tongue a few times then rose up and said. “Move over where Mark is.” Mark was still in recovery, wiping droplets of come and rubbing them between his fingers, proudly inspecting the new issue.
I moved over and laid back on the boxes and Steven moved between my legs. He stroked my unit a couple of times and then slipped his lips over the knob again. In spite of his small mouth only covering about a third of my unit the sensation was fantastic.
Oral sex was not as common among boys of this era. For some reason, be it a homosexual stigma, or one of hygiene, boys were more inclined to progress from mutual masturbation to “corn holing” identifying it as “practice for doing it with a girl”. Until last night, Steven had never experienced it, either as a giver or receiver, Mark had a brief experience with a fifteen year old cousin, and I had only engaged with one friend on a couple of occasions.
But our lack of experience didn’t cool our enthusiasm once we had started and Steven was bouncing his head up and down taking as much of me as he could, gagging a little, then going for more. I had to admit enjoying both giving and receiving to the fullest. I couldn’t wait for Mark to take a turn and warned Steven off just before my balls erupted, spewing creamy come over my middle and on the dusty floor.
“So are we going to do the other?” Steven asked wagging his still hard weenie. “Absolutely,” Mark responded, tugging his own dick back to attention. “You get to go first this time, too,” Mark said jokingly turning his friend around and encouraging him to bend over.
Steven rested his hands on the raised up box and Mark move up behind him his bouncing boy tool leading the way. “We need some lube,” Steven said as his older friend began to probe at his hole.
Remembering the content of the little fanny pack I carried I quickly offered some sun tan lotion. After a brief discussion as to how it would feel on our dicks, Mark tried a little on his shaft. Finding it to be adequate he lathered some more on and move behind Steven again.
I watched as Mark probed slipped, slid and probed again until he finally found the right angle bringing a little groan from Steven as he pushed his rigid boy cock into the pre-teen’s hole. It was an erotic scene with Mark bent over Steven’s back plunging into him and reaching around to play with the younger boy’s tool. In a moment of inspiration I lathered some sun screen on my own swollen dick and moved behind Mark.
It was a little awkward but finally I found the target and worked the head of my dick into Mark’s tight opening. We chuckled at each other trying to find the right motion to keep from slipping out but it wasn’t working real well. We stood up and disengaged and decided taking turns two at a time was easier. Mark and Steven both had a turn with me and Steven did Mark. The only combination that had not worked successfully was me with Steven.
It took some coaxing on my part for him to let me try again. But Steven, still nervous about my size, relented encouraging me to use lots of lotion. He held his cheeks open as I lined up. As it had happened the night before, the tip of my dick slid around trying to penetrate the small stubborn hole. Then all of a sudden it just popped in bringing a little gasp of surprise from Steven.
Moving slowly I inched in a little ways and held still for a moment. Steven’s eleven year old tunnel was gripping my unit like nothing I had ever felt before. “Oh man it feels like a log in there,” Steven observed as I slipped in a little farther. I fought the impulse to just plow in deeper. The minute I entered I knew I wanted to really fuck this boy.
Quickly the sensation took control and I felt the well begin to surge from my balls. Before I could warn him my dick started squirting cream into Steven’s canal. The first involuntary spurt caused me to lunge and the semen added enough slickness that my dick slid in a little deeper but was still less than half way imbedded. Steven winced and groaned in discomfort and I held still letting my dick pulse inside him.
“Oh man, that felt weird,” Steven observed as my spasms subsided and I began to slip out. I didn’t know if he meant my coming or the depth my shaft had reached. I found some tissue in my pack and handed it to Steven to catch the residue leaking from his hole.
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