Boy Beach - Chapter 1
Copyright 2001-2004, Jeff Spencer.
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My name is Jeff. I had gotten out of the Coast Guard just the month before,
and I was at loose ends while I sorted out what I wanted to do with the
rest of my life. As a 24 year old, with 4 years in the service, and 2 years
in college before that, I had a good sense that my life lay out somewhere
in this great country, and I just had to find it. In quest of this, I
decided to cross the country in my VW beetle, going where the roads took me
and seeing the country. I ended up in a rural area near the Great Lakes,
one populated with literally dozens of summer camps catering to all
segments of the population.

The small camp I ended up at coincidentally was looking for a director of
water activities, and I was looking for a job. The camp was officially
called Boyd's Summer Haven, which was one of the reasons that everyone
referred to it unofficially as "Boy Beach". I found out the other reason
later. The head of the camp, Doctor Boyd, was a dermatologist from the big
city who ran the camp as a sideline. He interviewed me personally, and
after reassuring himself that I was not a pervert, or criminal on the
loose, or some other type of degenerate, he offered me the position, which
I readily accepted. He told me that, due to his principal practice, he was
not a very hands-on director, and that I would be responsible pretty much
for running my own program.

I told him that was fine, and that I had learned to be on my own early on.
Dr. Boyd showed me to my cabin, a small one bed cabin which at least had
electricity, if nothing else, and a small bathroom with a tiny stall
shower. He showed me the layout of the camp, a camp for boys from ages 10
to 16. It consisted of 17 4-person cabins, a cafeteria building, a wash
building for showering combined with a laundry, and several miscellaneous
buildings for storage, as well as a large boat house which held 25 canoes,
life vests and other necessary supplies.

I began my duties immediately, as the camp season had already started that
week. I fell into my duties easily, as they involved mainly scheduling
various water activities such as basic and intermediate swimming, canoeing
and supervising free time swims, and scheduling an end of session water
party for the kids. The kids I found to be really great. They were very
well-behaved, with proclivities for playfully teasing each other, and
bonding as kids do at summer camp, making friendships that hopefully would
last them a life time.

One boy in particular I found caught my attention. A 13 year old named
Chris, he tended to hang out away from the others, due to, I thought, his
shyness. Chris was slight of build, 95 pounds, 5'3", lanky brown hair and
startling blue eyes. I made a point to talk to him whenever possible, and
include him in the activities. I was pleased to see that, after a few days,
he brightened up and started participating with others on his own. Once,
after he won an informal race the morning intermediate swim class had one
day, he hugged me to express his happiness and smiling broadly, looked at
me and said "Thank you, Alex. I love you!"

I took his exclamation to be childish excess, and dismissed it from my
mind. However, I found that my thoughts kept wandering back to the feel of
his body against mine, and how cute he looked in his swim suit, with his
body dripping wet and his light brown hair hanging in front of his sky blue
eyes. Later that night, I noticed that my cock started to swell when I
thought of his boyish body, with its smooth flat stomach, rounded ass,
hairless, smooth chest with small pink nipples, and his own mysterious
bulge hidden behind his swim trunks. Perpetually horny, I masturbated to
thoughts of naked girls as always, but oddly they seemed to have Chris's
face.

The next day, Chris excelled again in his class, and his reaction was much
the same. This time I welcomed his embrace, but tried not to be obvious
about it with the other boys, for many reasons. Chris looked at me, though,
and said, "Can I come see you tonight, at free time?" I was a little
befuddled at this request, but having no ready excuse why not, said, "Uhh,
sure."

At 8, I heard a knock on my cabin door, and let Chris in when he said, "Hi,
Alex, can I come in?"

We sat down, me in my one chair assigned to the cabin, Chris, on the
bed. We talked about various things that had happened during the day, but
shortly fell silent. "Alex, can I ask you something?" Chris said.

"Okay," I said.

"Would I be weird if I didn't like girls?" he said.

"Well, that's a pretty big topic you're edging into, there, Chris. What do
you mean, 'you don't like girls?'"

"Well, I don't really mean I don't like girls, I mean that girls aren't
really very interesting. The other guys talk about wanting to see a girl's
pussy, but that doesn't interest me at all," he said.

"A lot of guys aren't interested in doing anything with a girl until they
reach puberty, then they get interested," I said. "You might just want to
give yourself some time. It sure doesn't make you weird."

"Well, there's more," he said. "I do like the thought of looking at boys,
but not girls. Does that make me gay?"

"I'm probably not the right guy to ask that," I said. "I've only been with
girls, so I don't know what someone who's gay would think." I guess I
didn't say the right thing, because Chris started crying. I sat there
awkwardly for a few seconds, then got up and sat next to him on the bed,
and took him in my arms.

"There, there," I said, in unconvincing tones, "Everything's going to be
alright." He kept on crying, and I started to get worried. Finally, though,
he slowed his tears and looked up at me.

"You don't understand," he said. "I really want to be with you, I want to
be your girlfriend but I can't, 'cause I'm a boy." I was floored by this
revelation, and hugged him again in an attempt to make him feel better. The
thought of having this cute young teenage boy as a 'girlfriend' crept into
my head, however, and my cock started to swell, betraying me. I attempted
to shift my position to hide my growing erection, but inadvertently drew
Chris's attention to it instead.

"Wow, you're getting a hard on," he said. "Can I see it? Please, please?"
Without waiting for an answer, his hands went to the bottom of my gym
shorts, drawing one hem up to expose my erection pointing down my leg. His
fingers immediately began stroking my cock, and it was at that moment that
I was lost. I groaned with the pleasure he was bringing to me, and he
grinned. "I knew you'd like that, I knew it," he said. "I really like it
when I touch myself there."

I lay back on the bed and both his hands then grasped my hard penis. His
hands were sure and smooth as he both began pulling my shorts down and
continued stroking my now massively erect 8" cock. "Yours is so long and
thick," he marveled, licking his lips unconsciously. His stroking began to
grow faster, and I began breathing harder with the sheer pleasure of having
another person touch me sexually. It had been a long time alone for me. He
brought his face closer to my dick to inspect it while he pleasured me.

"You've got liquid coming out of the top," he said. "What's that?"

That's called pre-cum," I said. "It's a lubricant for when you have sex. Oh
yeah, that feels good," I moaned.

"Lubricate?" he said. "You mean, make it easier to get into something?"

"Yeah," I said. "Like when you're with a girl, and you want to put it into
her pussy, this helps it to get in without hurting her."

"But I don't want to be with a girl, what would I use lubricant for?" he
said.

"Does your dick produce pre-cum yet?" I said.

"Oh yeah," he said. "All the time when I play with it," he said, stopping
his stroking of my hard cock, and pulling down his own shorts to show me
his 5" dick. "See?" he said. Sure enough, there was a wet spot in the front
of his shorts, and whitish pre-cum was oozing out of the piss slit of his
circumcised dick. "Sometimes I like to taste it, that makes me feel really
good," he said.

He then took his right hand and brought it back to my cock, and his left to
his own erect penis, and started stroking them both. Because his jerking
off was diverting his attention too much, though, his stroke on my cock
started to get a little rough, so I said, "Here, let's try this." I laid
him down on his side on the bed, and lay on my side next to him, with our
heads at each other's feet so that our hands wouldn't get in each other's
way.

"It would really feel good if you only had to concentrate on rubbing my
cock, while I rub yours," I said. With that we began stroking each other's
hard cock in our mutual masturbation session. I looked at his hard dick
while I was stroking him, followed by his small sack of balls underneath
the dick. Occasionally as he drew his legs up in pleasure I got a glimpse
of his ass behind that, which I found oddly exciting. I concentrated on
stroking his cock and often stroking his balls too, and I was surprised
when I felt something warm on my cock.

I looked down to see his mouth surrounding the head of my cock, and my
first reaction was to press my dick further into his warm mouth and
tongue. Actually, that was my second and third reaction, too, with my
fourth being to take his cute penis into my mouth and lick all along the
shaft and piss slit on his reddish cock head. We sucked each other's dicks
like that for at least 10 minutes, until I could feel his dick swelling
with his climax.

Spurts of come began shooting out of Chris's boyish dick onto my tongue,
and I savored the fresh taste of his come. I had never tasted anyone's come
before, but this tasted very nice and fresh, and I knew I'd want to repeat
the experience with more boys. I finished sucking the come out of the head
of Chris's softening dick, and sat up when I was done.

Chris got up, too, and sat on my lap facing me, with his legs imprisoning
mine, and looked gravely into my eyes. "Jeff," he said, "that felt really
good." I laughed at the juxtaposition of his comment about how good gay sex
was, with the serious look on his face, and almost immediately regretted
it.

"I'm serious, Jeff," he said, with a hurt expression. "That was the nicest
feeling I've ever had. Better than when I play with myself, even."

"I'm sorry, Chris," I said. "I didn't mean to laugh. I really enjoyed it
too." While I semi-apologized to him, my hands stroked the smooth skin of
his waist and went around his back to cup his plump, smooth ass cheeks. He
wiggled his butt under my hands and said, "That feels really nice, too,
Jeff. Could you tickle me there?"

I enjoyed the feel of his skin under my fingers, and gently squeezed his
rear end, enjoying the feel of his small ass cheeks in my hands. I slid my
hands further around until the tips of my fingers were nestling in the
crevice between those round ass globes. "Jeff, my butt itches a
little. Could you scratch it?" said Chris. I liked the sound of that
request, and scratched the tender puckered skin guarding the entrance to
his anus gently with my fingernails.

Chris began squirming slightly, and I thought I had hurt him, but he
grabbed my arm and pulled it closer to his anus. Chris buried his face in
my chest out of embarrassment, and I heard a muffled "Put it in!" I wasn't
sure of what I heard, and said, "What did you say?"

Chris turned his head so that I could just see the corner of one eye
looking up at me, pleadingly, and he said, "Please put your finger inside
me. That feels REALLY nice." I hugged Chris to me, and kissed the top of
his fresh smelling head. I gently caressed his anal pucker for about a
minute, then pulled my right hand away, explaining, "I'll have to wet my
finger, Chris, or it'll hurt you too much."

He didn't say anything, but only hugged me harder. I put my index finger in
my mouth and wet it with my saliva. After it was nice and wet, I replaced
it back at his opening, and slowly eased my finger into his hole. It was
incredibly hot and tight inside his anus, and I reveled at the feel of this
fresh young boy's ass embracing my finger. I slowly slid my finger in to
the first knuckle, and then Chris lifted up his head until his face was
only inches away from mine.

I felt frozen, incapable of the slightest movement, wondering what thoughts
were running through his mind. Had I made a major mistake? Was I going to
be thrown in jail for some unimaginable offense against society? I was just
getting ready to remove my finger from Chris's butt, when he brought his
lips to mine, and kissed me. I had never kissed another male before, but
from the instant his lips touched mine, I was hooked on the texture, and
the taste of this boy's lips.

I felt my tongue enter his mouth, past his lips, grazing against his pearly
white, even teeth, to touch up against his small tongue. Chris's tongue was
like a small animal, at first cowering in some semblance of fear or shyness
against my own wilder tongue, then taking on a confidence to swirl and
caper around mine, like a baby sheep cavorting around its proud ram father.

While our tongues danced our own passionate minuet, my hand, now made
confident by Chris's receptive mouth, roamed free around Chris's shapely
butt. As my passion rose, I made a decision. Breaking our kiss, I whispered
into his ear, "I need to make your rear end even wetter, Chris. Would you
get on your hands and knees on the bed so that I can do that?"

Chris leaped nimbly over to the other side of the bed, and arranged himself
as I had asked. He slumped his head down on his arms, consequently lifting
his butt further up in the air, a perfect position for what I had in
mind. Bringing my face just inches away from Chris's ass, I studied his
shapely behind.

The skin of his ass cheeks was a rosy red, as though he had just been
spanked there, contrasting with the milky white skin that was usually
covered by swim trunks, or underpants. The curvature of each ass cheek
reminded me of two honeydew melons, perfectly round and smooth, without a
single hair to mar his marble like perfection.

At the point where his thighs came together, from my perspective behind
him, there was a smooth plain extending from the tight crevice formed by
his plump hemispheres down to the wrinkled skin surrounding his balls,
which hung fairly low. Beyond that, I could see the head of his dick
hanging almost straight down, although I think the heat of my breath on his
butt was causing it to jerk slightly upward, as it engorged with blood. I
gently tickled that sensitive area between his ass hole and his nuts, and
he giggled.

I brought my mouth to that smooth stretch of skin, and gently licked him
there, and I heard an involuntary low moan escape Chris's throat. "Ohh,
that feels really nice, Jeff. Please do it some more."

I continued licking him there, savoring the smooth texture, and the
slightly musky aroma surrounding his ass. I slowly moved my tongue up on
the rise of his ass cheeks, just inches away from that mysterious cleft
between them. I knew from my own experience that part of the ass is very
ticklish. I then placed a hand on each ass cheek, and gently parted them,
exposing his tiny ass pucker to my view.

His anus was perfectly symmetrical, like a peach pit in a freshly opened
peach. I couldn't keep my mouth away from such a seductively attractive
orifice, and teased around the opening with the tip of my tongue, running
it up and down the puckers of the anal skin that signal the start of the
rectum, and the entrance to a boy's paradise. After running my tongue
around that lovely ring many, many times, I then stiffened my tongue like a
miniature dick and plunged it into Chris's boy pussy. He moaned loudly,
then gasped at this invasion, as his cock suddenly spit out a load of
sticky white come onto my mattress.

I continued fucking his hole with my tongue, enjoying the sensual carnival
of taste, smell and touch all intertwined in this beautiful boy's hairless
hole. Finally, my tongue could take no more, almost cramping, and I fell
back on the mattress. My hand went to my hard cock and I started stroking
it like a madman. Chris lay next to me, watching me masturbate. He brought
his small hand under my leg while I jerked off, and began stroking my rear
hole. His other hand he brought to my stomach, caressing my flat stomach
while I stroked.

Soon, Chris's fingering of my hole, and my rapid stroking of my cock,
brought me to a shattering climax, and long strings of hot come shot out of
my cock onto Chris's hand. I realized then that he had planned to have his
hand there for this purpose. He caught a great deal of my load in his hand,
and slowly brought it to his face to smell it, then to lap it up with his
tongue.

After Chris had finished eating my load, he brought himself alongside me,
and gently kissed me, then rested his head against my chest, falling asleep
almost immediately.

