Boy Beach - Chapter 2
Copyright 2001-2004, Jeff Spencer.
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Life seemed idyllic at Boyd's Summer Haven, or, as I came to know it, Boy Beach. Chris, my
13-year old lover, settled down from his initial rush of passion, in which he declared his love for
me and expressed his desire to be my 'girlfriend'. I was hopeful that I could get him to open up
his horizons to the full spectrum of love available to him, whether male or female, or something
in between. When I explained that a relationship at this time between us, while gratifying for
both of us, would result in my likely firing, as I'm 24 years old, he said that he understood, but
worried that he'd never get to have sex with me again. 

I told him not to worry, and to seal our understanding I invited him to spend the night with me
on 'Home Return" weekend. That weekend was an opportunity for many of the boys to return
home for a night or two, as homesickness is a common problem at camp. Dr. Boyd had come up
with "Home Return" weekend as his solution to this common problem, and it seemed to work
well. Instead of going home, Chris could stay with me instead. As the water activities director at
Boy Beach, I rated a private cabin, instead of the 4-boy cabins the campers were assigned. I
looked forward eagerly to another chance to fuck and suck this beautiful young boy. His
delightfully tight ass hole and luscious young cock were constantly in my thoughts. 

Chris knocked on the door of my cabin shortly after supper, and I quickly let him in. As soon as
he stepped over the threshold, and the door closed, he wrapped his arms around me, and stepping
up on his tiptoes, brought his mouth to mine. I could feel his warm sweet breath panting against
my cheek. His lips brushed up against mine, and I could just feel the tip of his tongue teasing me.
I brought my tongue to his, and we stroked each other there, while bringing our lips closer
together. The state of his excitement was obvious from his young erect cock tenting out his
shorts, and poking me in my upper thighs. 

I slowly sucked in my breath, drawing it out of Chris's mouth and lungs, something he found
extremely erotic, though he didn't describe it that way. "Wow, you were taking my breath away,
that really felt HOT," was how he described it to me the second time we fucked. When I did it
again this evening, Chris quickly turned the tables on me and began sucking away MY breath. I
figured that eventually he would think of this, and readily went along with it, as a titillating
addition to our oral lovemaking. We breathed for each other in a sexy, hot rhythm while we
kissed.   

Our tongues became more frantic, and little moans were escaping from Chris's mouth, and as we
had been passionately kissing for a few minutes, we were both breathing heavily through our
noses, sort of snorting at points. We broke our kiss briefly, to catch our breath, and quickly
rejoined our lips and tongues, swapping and tasting each other's saliva. I dropped my hand down
to Chris's shorts to feel the front, where his hard on was poking through the fabric, to find
something else in his underwear besides his tight cock and balls. 

His hand was jammed down inside his underpants, and he was already stroking his cute 13-year
old cock before I could get to it. I stroked him on the outside of his shorts, but, since his cock
was occupied, I brought both my hands to the back of his shorts, which were pulled tight over his
ass, with his hand occupied inside the front. I rapidly stroked my finger tips, then fingers, then
palms all around his sweet, tight ass cheeks, marveling in the heat coming off his boy butt. 

I slipped my fingers in the bottom of his shorts, through the leg holes, feeling the underside of
the luscious round curve of his rear end, and stroked the smooth, hairless flesh there. I scraped
along the curved surface with the tips of my fingernails, which brought a shudder to Chris's
young body, and caused him to wiggle that delicious young butt onto my hands. Because of the
angle, I couldn't get my hands any further up his butt, so I took my hands out of the leg holes and
quickly slipped them inside the back of his shorts from the top. 

It was an extremely tight fit, as the waistband of his shorts were being stretched by his hand
beyond the ability of the fabric to maintain itself, so, once inside his underpants, my hands were
pretty much trapped. I didn't mind, as my hands were each cupping a 13-year old boy's smooth,
hairless ass cheek, and I couldn't think of a better place for them to be at the time. 

We continued kissing, and as I cupped and stroked Chris's ass, he wriggled his crotch against
me, and I could feel him stroking his cock faster and faster. I brought the tip of my index finger
to the tiny, hot rosebud nestled in the valley between his ass cheeks, and began stroking the
wrinkled flesh there. As I stroked around and around his anal pucker, my fingertip spiraled
closer and closer and finally insinuated into the moist opening there. 

As I eased my finger into his hole, I felt him moan deeply into my mouth and his hips began to
jerk against me as he came in his shorts. I stroked my finger, up to the first knuckle, in and out of
his tight, moist ass hole as he continued humping against me, until his movements slowed to a
halt. I slowly removed my finger from his hole and his underpants, we slowly drew our mouths
apart, and he pulled his hand out of the front of his shorts.    

I brought my finger to my nose, to inhale the sweet smell of a boy's ass. I've come to love that
musky, spicy aroma, and Chris always smelled so great. Chris brought his hand up to my face,
much like a fine Castilian noblewoman bringing her hand to a suitor's mouth, to be kissed. I
could see large gobs of Chris's come in the palm of his hand, so I took his hand in mine to open
the palm and bring it to my mouth. 

I gently lapped his smooth skin, tasting the normal young boy's salty sweat residue there, and
then the creamy-textured semen he had deposited. The slightly salty, slightly sweet taste of his
come was a welcome dessert, and I licked it up with gusto. I then kissed Chris again, briefly, but
long enough for him to taste his come in my mouth. 

We stepped back from each other, and, smiling, began to undress each other. With the
impatience of youth, Chris soon had me completely nude, and was busy stroking my hard cock,
and caressing my balls while I had only removed his shirt and had him kick off his sneakers. He
kept his knee high white socks, which all the boys were required to wear, on. 

I then reached down under his legs, and picked him up, much like a groom carrying his bride
over the threshold, which, in this case was pretty much what we were. I was a husband soon to
fuck his sweet young bride, with my bride being this delicious 13-year old boy. I carried him
over to the bed, and gently lay him down. I got on the bed next to him, and wiggled my way
down to his shorts. 

I put my hands on the stretched out waistband, and slowly slipped his shorts down his legs.
When they got to his feet, he kicked them off and they flew up and onto my back. He giggled as
I reached back to remove them, and Chris took the opportunity to spread his legs even further
apart. As I turned back to him, I could see the front of his underpants were very wet from the
part of his load of come that he hadn't caught in his hand. He was a highly erotic vision in white
underpants and socks, and made my mouth water even more. 

I brought my mouth to his crotch, and started licking the wet spots on his white underpants,
sucking out as much of the heady taste of boy come as I could. I then brought my fingers to the
waistband of those virginal looking white cotton underpants, and slowly slipped them off his
hips. Chris lifted up his ass to make it easier to slip them off, and as his dick was flaccid from
having just come, they slipped off easily. I pulled them to his knees and Chris brought his knees
up to his chest to take them off himself. He slipped the underpants off, threw them on the floor,
and then, keeping his legs bent, spread his legs and cupped his hands on his ass to spread his
cheeks, opening up his anus, exposing the very pink, almost red, flesh inside. It looked moist and
delicious. 

I stroked my hands over Chris's smooth young skin, hairless from his rosy red butt cheeks, down
each leg to the tops of his socks, marveling in the textures and the warmth of his boy body.
"Please fuck me tonight," Chris whispered, looking up at me with a look of love. I looked down
at this lust filled teenager, begging to be fucked, completely nude except for those white athletic
socks, and felt a rush of desire to make our evening together complete. 

I whispered back, "This is your night, baby," and rolled him over onto his stomach. This exposed
his deeply pink butt cheeks and inflamed me even further. I brought my hands to his ass cheeks
to gently separate them, and quickly brought my mouth to his ruby red anal pucker. I stabbed out
at the puckered skin and the slight opening with my tongue, licking up the residue of his day,
which had left a fine film there and an aroma which engorged my cock. 

I spent probably a good 15 minutes licking all around and in his ass, savoring the delicious taste
of this boy's fine butt. Occasionally my finger would invade his ass to help loosen him up, and
he'd wiggle his butt sexily when I did that. 

I spit several gobs of saliva into his butt hole to provide as much lubricant as possible, and
spread the saliva round and into his hole with my finger. I then got up between his spread legs,
and eased myself down on top of him, with the head of my cock lodged into his ass furrow. I
reached down with my hand and directed the head of my cock into his tight hole, slowly easing
just the purple mushroom shaped head of my circumcised dick into his tight ass hole. 

I began easing my dick slowly in, looking for any signs that I might be causing Chris pain or
discomfort, but, instead, Chris pushed his tight ass upwards to further impale himself on my rod.
We quickly set up a rhythm of fucking that brought the head of my penis just inside his anal ring,
back to fully impaling his ass, with my pubic hair rubbing against his smooth butt cheeks. Faster
and faster we humped, fucking hard and harder. "That's it, fuck my hole, Jeff," Chris groaned. 

"Please fuck me harder, harder," he said. "I want to feel you shoot your hot come inside of me."
With exhortations like this, I soon approached my climax, and slamming my crotch against
Chris's butt cheeks with particular force, I shot my load as far up his tight boy rectum as I could.
I soon slumped against his warm body, and we brought our lips together in a tired, but satisfied
kiss. 

We spent the night just like that, with the fatigue from our sexual play drugging us, and I don't
think either of us moved at all during the night. When we awoke together I had a piss hard on
nestled in his ass pillows and my hand on his hard boy cock. We quickly dressed, as there wasn't
any time for more sex, and didn't want to possibly get caught in bed together. Fortunately, it
wasn't unusual for one or more boys to spend the night in a counselor's cabin, so no suspicions
would be raised by him leaving my cabin in the morning. 

We kissed a lingering kiss inside the door, and then I bid Chris farewell, perhaps in more ways
than one as it turned out. But that's another story. 

It was just a few days later that I heard a commotion in the boathouse, and went down to see
what was going on. There was only a regular size door opening into the boathouse from the land
side, and I headed towards it. The boathouse is very large, as there are quite a few canoes stored
inside, as well as boating equipment such as life vests, and a large open area inside for setting up
canoes and for making repairs. 

When I got to the door, I tried the handle, but it seemed to be stuck, with the knob turning, but
the door not opening when I pulled. Finally, I gave a mighty tug, and the door flew open. I went
inside, but couldn't see much until my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. When they finally did, I
saw a boy standing by the door who had apparently held the door closed. I also saw about a
dozen of the boys, most around 15 or 16, standing either nude or with just swim trunks, shorts or
underpants on, in a circle around one of the younger boys. 

"What's going on in here," I demanded. "What are you doing?" 

One of the 16 year olds, Eric was his name, said, "We weren't doing anything bad, Jeff. Harris
here said that he was willing to go through our initiation so that he could join our club." 

"What kind of initiation is that, Eric?" I asked. "Well, sir, he agreed to kiss each of us on our
penises to join. We were just starting when you came in." I walked over to the circle to see
Harris on his knees in the center of the ring, looking scared. Harris was a 10-year old, just old
enough to even attend the camp. 

I said, "Harris, go on out of here. You don't have to do that to be a member of their club, I'll see
that they let you join without it." Harris seemed very relieved to hear this, and quickly scrambled
toward the door. Just as he reached it I said, "And don't tell anyone, okay? It's your secret as a
member of the club." He grinned, and nodded his assent. 

I then turned to the dozen boys in various states of undress, some of them still nude, and said.
"What you boys were going to do wasn't right. Harris is too young to know what he's getting
into, and you all were forcing him into oral sex against his will." 

I continued, "Sex, in any form, is an explosive emotion. Difficult enough for you all at your age,
you could have badly scarred Harris by forcing him to do something he didn't want to do. I'm
very disappointed with you all." 

One of the boys, Sasha, said, "We're sorry, Jeff. We were really horny and we heard that blow
jobs felt really good. At least that's what Mike, here, said." 

Mike looked sheepish, but before he could speak, I said, "Mike's right, oral sex does feel good,
but you've got to do it with someone who wants to do it, and understands what they're getting
into. Understand?" 

Sasha then said, "But we'll never meet someone who'll do that! We'll never get to feel what a
blow job is like." 

I made a decision that had been lingering in the back of my mind since I saw the ring of cute
boys, and said, "If someone does that for you, and you promise not to tell anyone and to leave
the younger boys alone, will that take care of your problem?" 

A dozen voices quickly agreed, and so I found myself taking Harris's place. Far from being
scared, I could feel my cock getting an immense erection at the thought of having a dozen
teenage boys' cocks in my mouth. I took off my clothes and threw them on one of the canoes,
leaving only my socks on. I looked around at the ring of a dozen or so cute teenage boys closing
in on me. All the erect cocks pointing out at me, made me feel like a pool of water being hunted
by a gang of water dowsers, and I smiled at the thought. I got down on my knees in the center of
the ring of boys, and gestured for the first boy to come over. He was already nude, and his 6"
dick was leaping upwards with passion as he approached. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and
pulled him closer, swallowing his cock with my warm and willing mouth. He had a bed of light
brown pubic hair nestled above his boy dick, and it tickled my nose as I went down on him. 

I stroked up and down, bobbing my head up and down, until he shot his load of teenage come
into my mouth. I quickly summoned the next boy over and was soon servicing him, too. I
brought my hand to my swollen cock and began jerking off, stroking my cock in time with my
sucking of his cock. My other hand I brought up to cup the boy's ass, and stroke near his ass
hole. This enabled me to control my sucking, and I thought that tickling the boys' butt holes
would make them shoot off sooner. 

The next boy, Philip, was wearing a pair of shorts, and I reached up the leg hole to look at his
dick, which was only about 5" long, but thick and uncircumcised. I stroked his fat little cock, but
he was pretty ready to go anyway. Then I pulled his shorts down over his hips just enough that
his cock was exposed, and enveloped his penis in my warm mouth. He shot a full load in my
mouth very quickly, and some was dribbling down my chin. 

Sasha had a monster cock, 9" long, longer than mine, and I wasn't able to get it in my mouth very
far, but I sucked it as best I could and deeply finger fucked him to make up for not being able to
deep throat him. After I finished with him, he leaned down and whispered, "I liked your finger in
my ass more than being sucked. Can I see you later?" I smiled but didn't answer, and stared at his
very shapely ass as he walked off, swinging his hips like a girl. 

One boy had a very hot, sweaty crotch, apparently from having finished a long run before this
impromptu meeting. He had a strong young boy sweat smell, not at all unpleasant, and I lingered
over his 5" dick, pausing to lick under and around his balls, too. It felt a little like a production
line, but sucking off 12 teenage boys is not an easy job and I wanted this to be completed in a
timely fashion. In addition, I relished the thought of having my finger up a dozen different boys'
rear ends while giving that many boys a blow job. 

Boy after boy, I observed the different varieties of cock that make up the world, from fat to
skinny, from as long as Sasha's 9" to one that was only 4" long when erect. Their balls, too, were
very different, from those that were nearly lemon size to much smaller, some hanging low, some
held up high. Some boys' pubic areas were completely hairless, some so hairy they almost
choked me. 

Ass holes, too were different. Three or four boys had ass holes that were surprisingly wide open
under my finger and seemed to suck it in. Others were very tight, but usually unclenched quickly
to allow at least a minor finger fucking. Asses were different through the twelve, with some
having flat butts, others with nicely rounded cheeks that I would love to have fucked. Perhaps I
would have that chance later! 

Finally, though, I had collected the sperm from these twelve different boys in my mouth and in
my stomach, and finished stroking my swollen cock just as the last boy shot his load in my tired
mouth. I looked around at these dozen beautiful boy cocks, all now exposed to my lust-filled
gaze, knowing that I had serviced them all, and that I might again in the future. As they filled my
view, I shot my load of come onto the floor of the boathouse, the only semen that was wasted
that day. 

All the boys had stayed in the boathouse during this performance, and each of them approached
me, shyly kissing me on the mouth, before thanking me and leaving. I reflected on my day, and
on the many boys I had interacted with, wondering how many of them I would experience again,
and in what ways. 