Summary: b/b b/M Same sex Pedo. At camp, a boy learns same sex pleasures. 

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.

   Title: Camp
   By Pedro Feelya

   My parents sent me to camp.  I didn't want to go.  An asshole pushy
salesman convinced them that I had to go to camp to become a man.  I'm
eleven years old and I can take care of myself just fine.  I don't need a
babysitter, and am already as smart as most adults.  I had planned to spend
my summer playing video games and swimming in the pond.  Now I would have
to spend two weeks surrounded by boys who teased, taunted, and wanted to
kick my ass.

   My first day in camp sucked.  It was easy to tell who the bullies would
be.  They immediately established their territory and pushed the other kids
around.  The worst was Robert.  He wasn't big actually, he was smaller and
thin, but he commanded several of the older and bigger boys.  As soon as
the counselors were out of earshot, he laid out the rules.

   "You!" Robert singled out one of the more wild and obstinate boys, and
walked over to face the boy with his hands on his hips.  "My name is Robert
and nobody cares what your name is.  How long are you here for?" Two of the
largest boys walked up behind Robert and glared at the new kid.

   The kid looked courageous, but his voice shook a little.  "My parents
paid for one week."

   Robert sneered.  "My parents dumped me here for the entire summer, every
summer." Robert spoke like prison convict.  "So you are not going to make
trouble for us Hard Timers, or mess with our program.  If you keep your
head down and mind your own business, you just might be able to survive a
week here.  And don't think you can run crying to the counselors.  They get
paid less than minimum wage, and they don't give a shit.  So, whatever a
Hard Timer tells you to do, do it!  So, are you going to do what we tell
you?"

   He had picked the kid I thought most likely to fight, and for a minute,
it looked like the kid was going to hit him.  Then the kid looked at the
ground and spat, "Yah, whatever."

   Robert hit the kid's shoulder hard.  "Give me your lunch!"

   We had all been given a sack lunch with a crappy sandwich and an apple.
The picked-on kid glared hard at Robert and then picked up his lunch and
handed it over.  Robert handed it back to one of the larger boys behind
him. Then he smiled broadly and looked around at all the boys watching,
"Hey, we're gonna get along just fine."

   I actually felt a little better.  He hadn't picked on me, and at least
there were rules.  It was still just like being prison, but that was better
than being in school.


   The next day I ran into trouble.  Our group had been swimming in the
pool, and then we were supposed to shower.  I loved swimming, so I was the
last out of the pool.  There were only six shower heads and the line moved
slowly.  We all stood naked, waiting, and I tried not to notice any other
boy's penis.  Waiting for my turn to shower, I saw the older boys subtly
pushing other boys around, arranging the line, but it wasn't until the end
that I understood why.

   By the time the line for the showers shortened, Robert and a couple of
his friends were the only ones ahead of me.  The counselors had left and no
one was watching us.  I started to look around for a chance to get my
clothes back on and get out of there.

   "You have to shower.  We don't want you to stink up the cabin." One of
the boys who had been watching me announced.

   Now I was certain I was going to get my ass kicked, and I had no idea
why.  I didn't even have time to panic.  The older boy pushed me into the
showers.  Robert stood in front of me and immediately two other boys
grabbed my arms from behind.  I struggled a little, but knew it was
useless. I could scream, but even the other boys had left the showers
without looking back.

   Robert looked me in the eye.  "Relax" he said strangely and calmly.

   Then he knelt in front of me.  I couldn't believe it when he grabbed my
balls gently and sucked my penis into his mouth.

   Now I was terrified.  I thought he was going to bite my dick off.  "What
the fuck?" When my voice rose the guys holding me clamped down stronger and
held me tight.

   The moment passed and I didn't feel Robert's teeth.  He wasn't hurting
me.  He was just sucking on my dick.  Oh Jesus how gross.  I thought I was
going to throw up.  He was some kind of fag and was sucking on my dick.

   I didn't know what they were going to do to me.  I didn't know what was
going to happen, but I knew I wasn't going to get hard with these guys
wrestling with me.  After a few seconds I wondered what they were going to
do with me when they couldn't make me have a hard-on.

   Then it started to happen.  "Oh God.  Please no.  Don't do this." I
whined.  My dick was beginning to get hard even though I desperately didn't
want it to.  I gave up squirming and wrestling.  These guys were going to
shame me more than I had ever been ashamed in my life.

   I had rubbed myself to orgasm at least three times a week for the last
year.  I knew what it felt like, but this was different.  It felt so much
better.  As soon as I realized this, I really began to feel the sensations
as Robert's mouth slid up and down my shaft.  He did things with his mouth
that made using my hand seem like using a boxing glove.

   "Ung" I let out my breath.  I hadn't realized I had been holding it.  I
felt lightheaded and dizzy.  The aching burning in my groin was stronger
than ever before.  Robert wasn't going to stop until I had lost control.

   I gave it up.  My body arched and I felt a spasm arch up my back as my
sperm shot out my dick.  It was so intense that I forgot where I was for a
moment.

   As I came down from the incredible high, Robert leaned back and licked
his lips.  He must have swallowed my sperm.  I knew that was gross, but I
was too blown away to really react.

   Then I realized the situation I was still in.  I was naked, the guys
holding me were naked, and Robert, who was just standing up, was naked and
had a stiff hard-on.  I looked down and saw that the two guys holding me
had stiff pricks as well.  Fear again rippled up my spine.  I was pretty
sure they were going to make me do something truly horrible now.

   Robert was eye level with me and extremely serious.  "If you say
anything to anyone, we will kill you and they'll never find your body. 
Half the counselors are in on this, so they'll kill you to keep their
secret."

   I knew he had to threaten me, and I knew it was bullshit.  After they
were done abusing me, I would run screaming through the whole camp.

   Robert then nodded and the two guys let go of me and one of them kind of
shoved me in the direction of the door.  I didn't understand.  They
wouldn't just let me go after something like this.

   I stopped and turned.  "What?  That's it?  You're not going to..." My
voice trailed off as I realized this was the absolute stupidest moment in
my entire life.

   Robert just kind of smiled like he knew something I didn't.  "No, not
unless you want to," he shrugged.

   I wanted to call them all fags and run for my life, but my pride
wouldn't let me.  I walked purposefully for the door and then dressed
quickly, but not in a panic.

   That evening, several of the boys watched me a lot, but nothing was
said. What would I tell a counselor?  I squirted my sperm in a boy's mouth
and they made me do it?  Which counselor?  If a counselor were playing with
little boys, he would definitely kill to keep his secret.

   I watched my back after that, but everything seemed too normal.  The
next day was much the same as the first, but when swimming was done, I was
the first out of the pool and in line for the showers.  I didn't want to be
sucked off again.

   Before the showers could even get warmed up, I felt a big hand on my
shoulder.  It was one of the big boys that had held me before.  "Hey, I
want to show you a lizard we found."

   He pulled me out of line and dragged me over to the corner.  Then he
pushed me down to sit on a bench and he sat across from me.

   I didn't know what to think.  I looked down at his prick and it wasn't
hard.  "I'm not a fag you know." I hissed at him.

   "Yah, well I'm not either."

   I couldn't understand.  "But it's gay.  What you guys did is gay." Maybe
they didn't know it was gay.

   The boy had been looking around but now his head whipped back to glare
at me.  "I'm not a faggot." His face was getting red and his voice was
angry.  "I'm not gay!" His voice rose just a little and I motioned for him
to quiet down.

   He took a breath and continued, quieter.  "I hate faggots.  Nobody here
is a faggot.  A few guys here just...  Well we just...  It's just something
we do.  It doesn't mean anyone is gay.  Okay?"

   He was furious and about to make a scene.  I believed him, even if I
thought he was a big idiot.

   "Well I don't like it." I announced to end the conversation.

   "You didn't like it at all?" he asked skeptically and sarcastically.

   I glared at him until almost everyone had left and the counselors were
gone.  Then he stood and pushed me toward the showers.  Robert and another
boy were waiting.  In the far corner, another new kid was being held by two
boys while a third was bobbing his head up against the captive boy's lap.

   "Why are you doing this?" What I really wanted to know, and couldn't
ask, was at what point was I going to get beat up.

   "Because it feels great to get a blowjob."

   I assumed a blowjob was the same thing as getting sucked off.  "You like
doing this?"

   Robert didn't seem embarrassed at all.  "No, I'm not gay, but it's worth
it to get a blowjob in return."

   I knew I risked getting beat up now.  "But I'm never going to suck your
dick, ever," I challenged him.  I could see over in the far corner where
the captive boy had stopped struggling and the boy sucking his prick was
really moving his head a lot.

   Robert shrugged and knelt before me.  "This is probably that last time I
do this then."

   I had been lying to myself, and trying to believe I didn't want this. 
My dick couldn't lie though.  It was already mostly hard and screamed in
pleasure as Robert's moist mouth slid along its length.  He then sucked and
slurped like he had done the day before.  A small part of me resisted
anything to do with this, but I found myself enjoying each nerve
stimulating sensation that coursed through my body.

   Now that he had started, I didn't want him to stop, and I desperately
wanted more.  The boys behind me let me go and I felt ashamed that I no
longer had the excuse of them holding me there.

   I tried to concentrate on other things so I wouldn't squirt too soon. 
The boys in the corner let the captive boy go, after talking to him.  I
could tell this was something they planned and did often.

   Robert started to lick and suck areas of my dick in a way I had never
felt before.  I had no idea how sensitive my dick was on the ring just
below the head.  Then when he began to nibble along the bottom of my shaft,
I couldn't help but groan out loud.

   I was hanging on, just keeping my head from exploding, trying
desperately not to squirt my sperm.  Then Robert stuck a wet soapy finger
up into my butt and into my butthole.  That must have distracted me because
my dick shot off like a gun.

   I was still gasping for breath when Robert stood up.  Again, he smiled
knowingly.  "If you change your mind,,," he shrugged again.

   I was raised to be proud, and one of my proudest things was to never owe
anybody anything.  Robert had done something good to me twice, and now, in
some perverted sense, I owed him.  "Wait!"

   Robert turned back toward me.

   "Hang on." I had to work up my courage.  Then I knelt before him and
sucked his hard prick into my mouth before I could change my mind.

   I thought I would throw up or freak out or something.  I swished his
prick around in my mouth a little.  It was just like sucking on someone's
finger, and no big deal.  I began to suck just like Robert had done to me.
Once I began to concentrate on how I was doing it, it was easy to forget
what I was doing.

   Robert jerked once when my teeth accidentally scraped, and he moaned
when I did something he liked, but otherwise, he didn't say anything.  I
just kept at it until Robert shifted suddenly, and I felt his prick pulse
in my mouth.  Then there was hot liquid all over my tongue.  I gagged a
little, mostly in surprise, and then pulled my head back to watch Robert's
sperm continue to dribble out the end of his prick.  I know I scrunched up
my face at its sticky alien flavor.

   Robert sighed deeply, obviously in pleasure, and then said casually,
"Try to keep the end all the way to the back of your throat, and you won't
taste as much.

   I didn't know why he told me that, I didn't plan to ever, ever do this
again.  Then I stood and turned to walk away, but I froze.

   The boys that had been holding me were kneeling on the floor, but one
was directly behind the other.  The one boy behind was pumping his hips,
and his stiff prick, into the other boy's butt.  He must have been shoving
his prick into the poor boy's butthole.

   I stood in shock, not believing what I was seeing.  The boy in front was
the one who had sworn that he wasn't a faggot.  It looked like he was in
pain, but he was pumping his own stiff prick with his hand.  Then he
started grunting in an unmistakable way.  I couldn't understand how he
could stand having a stiff prick being rammed up his ass.  Quickly I turned
and walked back to where I got dressed and caught up to the rest of the
group.

   A little while later, Robert showed up.  He was talking to some of the
other Hard Timers.  Then a couple turned and looked at me.  In horror, I
realized that Robert had told them what I had done.  Then one of them
nodded at me, like I was his equal, or now a member of an exclusive club.
They then turned away and continued their conversation as though it was of
minor significance.

   My horror died.  Maybe it was some sort of club.  I bet they all did it.
I imagined all the strange things these boys might be doing to each other
and it really began to creep me out.  I didn't want any part of it.

   That night, they played a movie on a screen in the main chow hall.  I
had been avoiding everyone, especially the Hard Timers, so I sat alone at a
table in the far corner.  Halfway through the movie, an older boy came
walking over and sat down next to me on my right.  I didn't say anything,
and I wouldn't even look at him.

   Then I felt something in my lap, up at my belt, and I looked down.  He
had reached over with his left hand and in seconds, he had his hand inside
my pants and pulled out my dick.  I knew the rules.  I couldn't scream and
I couldn't tell anyone.  I could tell him to stop though, but then I
reasoned, it was just his hand.

   He immediately started stroking my dick, just like I had often done to
myself, but it felt different.  It was the same, but somehow, not being my
own hand, it was exciting and incredibly intense.

   Since it was just using my hand, I decided it couldn't hurt to try it on
him too, to see I could make him feel just as good.  I reached over with my
right hand to find his zipper, but my fingers found his bare stiff prick
instead.  I wrapped my hand around his larger prick carefully and began to
caress it lightly with all the skill I had learned on my own dick.  In
seconds, his prick became harder and hotter.

   He continued to pump my dick and we both tried slightly different
motions.  It took longer than I normally would have with myself, but then I
felt an incredible pressure build in my balls.  The older boy must have
felt something change in me, because he quickly let up on his grip and
switched to a light tickling sensation at my dick's head.  I felt a
powerful wave of overwhelming sensations that was almost as good as when I
was sucked off.  My sperm burst out, and I think he caught most of it in
his hand.

   After a few seconds, I realized that I had stopped pumping on his prick.
Now I began again, but better because I could concentrate.  Within a minute
of doing the best I could, I felt his prick throb strongly in my hand. 
Like he had done, I lightly gripped the end and cupped my hand.  Hot fluid
hit with force and partially filled my hand.  Dutifully, I collected it
all.

   The older boy beside me moved, and handed me a paper towel.  As I wiped
my hand clean, he adjusted his prick back into his pants, and then got up
and snuck away.

   I didn't know his name.  We hadn't spoken a word.  I was glad that we
hadn't spoken because that would have felt faggy.

   That night and the next day, nothing happened.  All the Hard Timers
treated me with respect and didn't mess with me.  When it came time for the
showers, I made it a point not to be last, but I didn't try to be first
either.  I saw the bigger boys choose their victims, and I had to smile to
myself at the surprise they would be in for.

   After the showers, when the group reassembled, Robert came and sat down
next to me.  For some reason, I wasn't repulsed or scared.

   He spoke without looking directly at me.  "One of the counselors would
like to meet you tonight." He nodded to where three counselors stood
talking.

   I was confused less than a half second, but then I spoke without
thinking.  "Is he gay?"

   "No, he's cool.  He's nice." The question hadn't bothered Robert.

   "What if I don't want to?" I studied the three counselors.  None of them
was ugly or fat.

   "That's cool, I'll take him myself."

   "No, wait, I'll do it," I nodded.  Then I realized that the counselors
could see me nodding to them.  "What do I do?"

   "I'll come get you after lights out."

   Robert stood and walked away as casually as could be imagined.  So, some
of the counselors really were in on this.  Suddenly I broke out in a cold
sweat.  What was a counselor going to do to me?  The sweat wasn't just
fear, there was also some excitement and anticipation.


   That night, after taps and lights out, I lay in my bunk and stared at
the ceiling.  Someone walked past and tapped me on the shoulder.  I got up
quietly and followed.  It was Robert and I followed him to the bathrooms,
and then he went around them and out to an old shed.  Without saying a
word, he pointed at the door, turned, and walked in another direction.

   I was pouring sweat when I walked up to the door and opened it.  There
wasn't enough light to see anything except a shadowy adult figure sitting
on a bed.

   I walked up to the adult and he stood.  I didn't want him to speak and I
was too nervous to wait for anything to happen, so I did what I thought I
should do.  I reached out and began to unbuckle his pants and undo his
zipper.

   In seconds, I had his soft cock out, and I immediately sucked it into my
mouth.  I was a little shocked when my nose buried in thick stiff hair
around the base, even though I knew older boys grew hair there.

   His cock was big, and as soon as it was in my mouth, it got bigger.  I
was fascinated and a little alarmed as it grew and hardened.  It began to
press against the back of my throat.

   I bobbed my head and sucked.  Each time I bobbed my head, I could
swallow less of his cock.  Immediately I couldn't feel the strange hair at
his stomach.  I tried to swish his cock to one side of my mouth, but it was
too large already.  In fact, he had become so large that my jaw popped.  I
didn't know what to do except bob my head and try to keep from scraping my
teeth.

   The counselor sagged a little.  His voice was soft, "Oh, I can't stand
for this.  I can't keep my legs under me.  Come here."

   I recognized his voice.  He was one of the nicer counselors.  He kicked
off his pants, led me to the bed, and sat at the edge, and then he lay back
on the bed.  I sat on then edge of the bed next to him, and leaned over to
where his stiff cock stood almost straight up in the air.  I lowered my
head onto his cock, and began to suck on the head.

   "No.  I mean that's great," he said, "but try licking up it like an ice
cream.  Yah, that's good."

   I was quick to follow his instructions.

   "Now suck on the sides.  Nibble on the underneath.  Now suck on the head
lightly, but rub your hand up and down the shaft.  Now squeeze tight, ohh,
ohhh, ohhhh."

   I had plenty of warning and I felt his shaft throb hard and thrust up
into my mouth a little.  I swallowed as much of the shaft deep into my
throat as I could, like Robert had suggested.  Hot liquid choked me and I
swallowed as fast as I could with a mouth full of cock.  I felt like it was
going to come out my nose.

   Then it was over.  I sucked and licked him clean, and his cock hardly
softened.  Now I didn't know what to do.  He was a counselor and the rules
might not apply to him.

   He sat up and began to pull my pants off.  Then he got on his knees by
the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs.  He was still tall enough
that he could suck my dick, but he didn't.

   He wrapped his large hand around my already hard dick and then he bent
forward and began to lick my hairless balls.

   I fell back onto the bed, unprepared for the sensations that he caused.
He bathed and stimulated all around my dick and my inner thighs with his
tongue.  Then he licked deeper.  His tongue flicked across my butthole and
I almost shot my sperm out right then.

   He covered my entire dick and most of my balls with his mouth and sucked
back slowly.  He sucked my dick in again, and again pulled back slowly.  I
would have erupted, but it felt so good and he was drawing out my pleasure
slowly.  I couldn't stand any more and was about to start crying.

   Suddenly he began to suck vigorously on my dick and he tore my energy
out through my dick with my sperm.  I cramped up all over, and then fell
back exhausted.

   I thought it was over, and he got up from between my knees.  He pulled
me up to a slumped but standing position.  Then he lay down on the bed.  I
thought he was going back to bed, but then he pulled me down to him.  With
firm hands, he guided my hips and pulled my body over his, but facing the
other way, so that my knees were on either side of his head.  My head was
above his stomach.

   He then pulled my hips down and my dick slid right into his mouth.  It
seemed so perfect.  His large cock was pointing at my face, and all I had
to do was open my mouth.  His cock slid right in.  Whatever he did to my
dick, I tried to do to his.  He sucked, I sucked.  He licked, and I licked.

   If it was a contest, it was obvious that he was going to win.  Soon I
felt the pressure build in my hips and I couldn't help but thrust my hips
down into his mouth.  He sucked and swallowed until I thought my balls
would dry up.

   As soon as I could recover my senses, I sucked vigorously and ravenously
at his cock.  I wanted to pay him back.  In less than a minute, we were
both rewarded and he thrust upward and I managed to contain all his hot
semen in my mouth.  It coated my tongue, but at that point, I couldn't
care. It was the taste of the greatest sensation on earth.

   Before I was done swallowing and licking my lips, he again sucked my
entire dick and balls into his mouth.  Twice more he drained my balls dry
and ripped incredible draining spasms from my dick.  I only managed to get
his sperm once more from him, but he acted like it was more than enough
when I finished.

   He pushed me gently off of him, and I stood beside the bed as he sat up.
Then he reached out and cupped my bare butt with one of his hands.  One of
his fingers slid between my butt cheeks and pressed up hard against my
butthole.  I gasped loudly.

   "Are you a virgin?" he asked.

   "No," I suddenly felt nervous.  "Well,,, I don't know."

   "Hmm, too bad.  It would have been fantastic," he sighed deeply.  Then
he inhaled again and his voice dropped into seriousness.  "Remember, you
never say anything to anyone."

   That was the last thing he said.  We both got up, got our pants on, and
left the shed.  I went back to my bunk and immediately dropped off to
sleep.


   The next morning, during breakfast, Robert came up from behind me and
sat down beside me.

   "How's it going?" he asked casually.

   I knew what he wanted to know.  "Great.  Really good," then I glanced
sideways at him.  "But,,, he asked me if I was a virgin."

   That caught Robert's attention and he stared at me.  "He didn't,,,?"

   "No!" I reassured him quickly, "but I don't know.  I want to try it."

   Robert grinned at me broadly.  "I'll let Billy know.  He's the best at
it, and he loves popping cherries." Then Robert got up and left.

   Everybody knows Billy.  I rarely talk.  Robert talks just enough.  Billy
never shuts up.

   Nothing happened that day, and I always looked for Billy, but he never
looked back at me.  That afternoon, as I was standing in line for chow, I
saw him by the corner of a building.  He was looking at me and indicated
with a nod of his head.  I left the line and followed him.  I met him just
out of sight of the others.

   "You want to go down to the creek with me?" He sounded excited.

   "Sure." His excitement was infectious.  I had been thinking about it all
day and was ready for anything.

   He pulled a couple candy bars from his pocket and handed them to me. 
"They won't miss us at dinner, so we've got some time." He also was
carrying a couple of towels.

   I followed him as he led me down to the creek.  He talked the entire
way, but he didn't talk about what we were going to do.  Billy led me to a
nice spot I had never seen before, right next to the water.  He quickly
took off all his clothes, and without question, so did I.

   Then Billy knelt and took my dick into his mouth.  I knew what this was
about, and soon my dick was hard as wood.  Then Billy reached back and
pulled a tube from his pants.  "This is lube.  You have to use it."
Carefully he spread some cold clear goo all over my dick.

   Then he turned and crawled onto the towels he had spread out.  He was on
his hands and knees and his butt was sticking up in the air toward me.  I
could plainly see his butthole and his ball sack between his legs.

   "Get behind me and stick it in my butt," he instructed.

   I had seen older boys doing something like this in the showers, so I
knew to kneel behind him with my knees between his.  I pressed the end of
my still stiff dick up against his tight hole.

   "Now hold still.  Stay just like that." Billy began to press backward
while wiggling his butt a little.  The pressure on my dick became
tremendous and a somewhat painful.

   The end of my dick popped in and Billy froze.  Then he pushed back
slightly, and then rocked forward.  Each time he pushed back, my dick slid
in further.  It felt like getting my dick rubbed, but almost painfully
tightly.

   Eventually, Billy kept pushing back until his butt snuggled up to my
lap. Then he pulled all the way forward and slid all the way back.  I
thought I was going to spurt right then.  Now I understood why they did it.

   Billy kept pumping back and forth and it kept getting better.  Soon I
found myself pumping against him and increasing in speed.  Billy started to
moan.  I guess he liked it too, although I couldn't see how.

   My instincts took over.  I grabbed his hips and started pumping wildly
into him.  It was the best sensation in the world.  I began grunting and
Billy continued moaning and whining.

   It came over me.  From my balls to the top of my head, a sense of
driving force that consumed me.  I was going to explode into his ass like I
had never exploded before.

   "Arrrgh" I slammed up tight against him and my hips jerked as I tried to
drive my dick completely into his body.  My dick kept pumping and just
would not stop.

   After what felt like minutes, I came back to myself and let go of my
death grip on Billy's hips.

   I pulled back and out, and Billy rolled over and grinned up at me. 
"Good huh?"

   I knew my face colored a dozen different shades of crimson.

   "Come on, let's get cleaned up." Billy got up and walked into the
stream, and I followed.

   The water was ice cold, so I only stooped down and washed my dirty brown
dick.  I made sure I did a good job though.  Billy had also squatted down
and was washing up inside his butt.  Then we both stood up and walked back
to shore.

   "You want to try it?" Billy sounded casual, not demanding or eager.

   There had to be something special about it.  I thought taking it up the
ass would be the worst thing in the world, but nobody acted like it. 
"Sure." I wasn't, but I was willing to try.

   "Get down like I did."

   I got on my hands and knees, and waited.  Billy got some lube, and then
put his freezing cold hands on my butt.

   "You're still a virgin, so we're going to do this slowly."

   I felt something cold against my butthole, and I could tell from his
position, that it must be Billy's finger.  He forced his finger into my
butthole and I gasped as I felt myself stretch and resist.  Suddenly I
needed to go to the bathroom really badly.  Billy wiggled his finger around
and I tried to relax.  Then he pushed in further.  He wiggled his finger
again, and touched something inside.

   What I felt was strong and distinct, yet indescribable.  It was too
much, and I gasped and pulled off.

   "You need to go to the bathroom?" Billy asked.

   "Yah" I nodded.  I got up and ran behind some trees.  I shit my guts
out. Strangely, it felt good though.  A little ashamed, I walked back to
Billy.

   "You want to try again?"

   I nodded.  Strangely, I was still aching with need and really wanted
some more.

   "Get cleaned up first."

   I walked into the creek and squatted.  As I washed my butthole
thoroughly, I gently fingered it myself.  I was just kept getting more
turned on.  When I finished, I quickly walked back to Billy and assumed the
position.

   Again, Billy pushed his lube covered finger into my butt.  I grunted and
felt myself relax quickly.  Billy began to explore around with his finger,
and I felt my dick harden painfully below my belly.

   Billy then slid a second finger in alongside the first.  The stretching
of my butthole was uncomfortable, and yet really made my dick ache with
need.

   Billy continued to play, and I felt no need to hurry him along or get it
over with.  All the sensations were strange and new, but very intensely
sexual.

   Then Billy pulled his fingers out and changed position.  I knew he was
about to fuck me.  It may have been the most frightening thing in my life,
but a part of me wanted it terribly.

   Just like we had done before, he put his prick against my butthole, and
waited for me to push.  I did.

   Pain exploded in my head, and I regretted everything.  This was a huge
mistake.

   I leaned forward, and suddenly it wasn't so bad.  I wiggled my hips and
recaptured some of that distinctive good full feeling.

   I pushed back, and it hurt, but not nearly as bad.  I continued pushing
and pulling against Billy's prick, while exploring the sensations inside
me. His prick was going far deeper than his fingers had, and in many ways
it felt better.

   Don't get me wrong.  I felt like I needed to shit my guts out, but I had
already done that, and knew that I didn't really need to go.  The feelings
that made my dick crave a warm hole were separate from that.

   When I felt Billy's lap against my butt cheeks, I snuggled into it and
wiggled my hips, enjoying some kind of strange instinctual pleasure that it
gave me.  Then I began to pump back and forth.

   I couldn't go very fast, and when Billy grabbed my hips like I had done,
and started to go faster, it began to feel fantastic.  Just when he got to
a wonderful rhythm, I felt his chest lay down and curve over my back.

   Then I felt something on my dick.  Billy wrapped a lubed hand around my
dick and began pump on it in time with his thrusts.  I nearly lost
consciousness then.  I would have collapsed, but I was pinned on my knees
by Billy's stomach on my back.

   "More," I groaned too loudly, "deeper."

   Billy did what he could, thrusting long and hard, and rubbing my dick at
the same time.  I felt myself spurt suddenly, and the feeling barely added
to what was already flooding through me.

   I don't know if Billy felt me spurt, because he just kept pumping on my
dick.  It was almost painful enough to say something, but then the aching
stiffness of need came back with a vengeance.  I felt like a ball of
insanely intense feeling, pushing and pulling, as he pumped his prick hard
into me.

   Then Billy cried out quietly and shoved hard.  I kept my butt thrust
back tight against him, while flexing my butthole and muscles.  He had kept
his hand pumping on my dick, and combined with what I was feeling in my
butt, made my dick explode again, this time painfully and with racking
spasms of intensity.

   We could only hold like that for a moment, and then Billy collapsed his
weight onto me.  It felt a little gay then, but I was in no mood to
complain for a minute.  When Billy's soft prick slid out of my painful
burning butthole, I was grateful.

   Then without comment, we both got up, and went to the creek to
thoroughly wash.

   When we went to get dressed, Billy asked, "Well?"

   Now I was eleven years old, and no longer a virgin.

   I grinned, "Can we do it again tomorrow?  Maybe tonight?"

   Billy laughed, and then he handed me the nearly full tube of lube.


   That night I tapped another Hard Timer on the shoulder, and in the
darkness, we went and did everything.  The next few days were filled with
as much sucking and fucking as I could manage.  At the end of the week, the
camp split up into smaller groups to go hiking and camp overnight.  I was
placed in a group that was mostly Hard Timers.  It was slow hiking because
boys and counselors kept stopping for sucking and fucking groups.



   Maybe I'll tell you about that some time.

   If you want to know what happened when I got home, read "Stuck" by Pedro
Feelya.
   


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