PJ's BJs

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Recently I attended a business conference.  I was sitting at a hospitality table taking a coffee break when a gentleman my age joined me.  We struck up a conversation and discovered that we had much in common.  Suddenly his eyes lit up.  "PJ.  Middletown.  Explorers. Well, I'll be damned!"  I still didn't get it, as I'd never seen that middle aged face before.  "Tommy... Tommy Smith," he said holding his hand to his chest.  Then he turned beet red...

*****

I had messed around a bit with other boys long before I ever met Barney; mostly during backyard campouts where "I'll-show-you-mine-and-you-show-me yours" was perennial favorite night game and it usually didn't stop with simple exhibitionism.  Barney was the adult leader of a Boy Scout Explorer Post.  I joined when I was fourteen because I loved camping and doing all things outdoors... the Explorers held that promise and I joined. 

Actually I was recruited.  There was this friend who had gone to the same private school as I did.  One day, without notice, Jack was gone.  I didn't think too much of it, as kids suddenly appearing or disappearing from school wasn't all that uncommon.  Besides, we weren't great buddies, so he wasn't missed.  About a year and half later, I ran into Jack again at summer camp.  We got to talking and he told me that a few weeks after camp was over, that he was going to Philmont in New Mexico and do a ten-day back backing trek in the mountains. For years I had fantasized and wished and schemed to go to Philmont, but my Troop wasn't going and had no plans to do so.  I was out of luck.  Jack told me that he was going with his Explorer Post and that got me to thinking.

Thinking didn't get me any closer to my dream than all my previous efforts.  But, early that fall, there was a ray of hope.  Out of the blue, Jack called me and told me that his Post was planning a slide show presentation for all the families of the boys who had gone to Philmont. Jack asked me if I wanted to come.  Boy, did I!  The slide show worked me into a fever.  Here was my ticket to Philmont... I joined the Post.

After weeks of looking at 35mm slides of backpacking trips and canoe trips the Post had taken over the years, I was ready and eager for our first big outing.  On a rather soggy weekend in November, we headed off to go spelunking in a wild cave a few hours' drive from our hometown.  The weather was lousy, really lousy; cold, raining and windy; cut you to the bone lousy.  Barney made the  decision not to campout.  Instead we wound up in a rundown motor court.  He rented a cabin with connecting rooms and the five of us were grateful for that.  Four of the more senior members took the two beds in one room, while Barney and I took the other room in which one bed was unserviceable.

There was a lot of horseplay in and out of our underwear before we ever settled down to sleep, but when we did, wearing my BVD's I crawled into the one good bed in the second room with Barney, as did Barney.  Everything was fine and dandy, except the guys in the next room where still at it.  In the dim light from the flashing neon sign outside, I could see through the open adjoining door and caught glimpses of bare butts flashing by ever so often.  I thought Barney would raise hell or at least say something to them, but he didn't.  For half an hour or so, I lay awake listening to the giggling and whispering coming from the next room along with some rather shocking whispered comments like, "My turn.  Suck me, Tommy," followed by more giggling.

It wasn't what they were doing that was shocking, hell, I'd done the same things for years on other campouts.  What was surprising was that they were so indiscrete about it.   "Suck him, Jimmy.  Suck that dick!"  If I could hear it, certainly Barney could hear it.

It wasn't long before I came to the conclusion that either Barney was totally oblivious or a very sound sleeper. Soon I realized that Barney was far from asleep, nor was he oblivious when I felt the hand slide up onto my bare tummy and then slide down to the elastic waist band of my underwear. I held my breath as his fingers slid under the waist band.  Kids do this sort of things, but an adult?  He said nothing and I did nothing, but lay there afraid to move, as his hand probed down into my briefs until he was fondling me.  After several minutes of fondling my hard dick and balls, he finally said something to the effect, "Nice hard dick, PJ.  The other boys are naked.  How about if you sleep naked too?"  I don't know if I said anything or not, not that it mattered; he pushed my drawers down commenting, "You won't need these until tomorrow."  Having stripped me naked, he carelessly tossed my underwear across the room. 

I was now buck naked in bed with a man I hardly knew, a man who quickly stripped his own drawers off and launched them across the room to join mine, a naked man whose hands were all over me.  He placed my hand on his hard cock, the biggest, thickest cock I'd encountered up until then.  Like me, he was circumcised. 

With a handful of his stiff pecker, I had no sooner thought to myself, 'Is this guy going to blow me?' when he descended on me under the covers.  He sucked me for a minute with great skill and then repositioned himself in a 69, placing his cock a mere inch from my face.  He humped and poked me in the face with it.  It was quite obvious what he wanted.  Whatever reluctance I may have had evaporated and my lips slid over his fat glans.  For the next several months or so, I'd be sucking that cock often.

We were working on each other pretty good when suddenly the covers were stripped off and the lights went on.  Mortified at being caught like that, I tried to pull away, but Barney's hands quickly left my bare butt and held my head on his now thrusting dick as the other four kids hooted it up. Then his cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as my mouth was flooded with Barney's spermy load.  I'd never had anyone cum in my mouth before.  I'd done a lot of naughty boy suckie suckie with my blow buddies, but we never creamed each other like that. Having no other viable alternative, I swallowed it all.  An hour later, with the lights out once again and the other guys doing each other in the other room, I swallowed my second load of cum from Barney's big prick.

Next morning the weather was even shitter than the night before.  The base board heaters had the rooms toasty warm, allowing everyone to still be running around naked and in no hurry to get dressed.  Barney called an impromptu meeting.  Sitting on the bed naked, his naked boys gathered around, me included. He announced, "We have a candidate for the Secret Order of the Cock. PJ, step forward."  I stepped forward. "PJ, do you swear an oath of secrecy about all things and rituals of the Order of the Cock?"  Okay, this was all a bunch of hocus pocus baloney and he rattled off a few more hokey lines before the secret ritual began. I swore my fealty and  was told to kneel.  "Suck my cock, newbie," Barney instructed.  Well, I had sucked his cock who knows how many times since last night, and several times to completion.   But, that was in the dark, under covers (mostly), and more or less in private.  This time there were four witnesses, guys around my age whom (with the exception of Jack) I really didn't know all that well. 

I guess I hesitated too long.  "PJ, you have to suck his cock," someone said from behind me.

"Yeah, blow him," encouraged another as Barney sat on the edge of the bed, knees apart, his erection proudly waiting for me to publicly defile myself with it.  

In the clear light, he looked huge!  Well, there weren't any secrets amongst this bunch, or so I thought.  Willingly, I took Barney's cock in my mouth and began to suck, sliding it in and out of my mouth, licking the underside with my tongue, giving him the best blow job I could until he erupted once more.  This time I just gulped it down and kept sucking until he went limp.  Rocking back onto my heels, I let the flaccid organ slip from my mouth.

Thinking that my initiation was over, I began to get up.  With his bare foot on my shoulder, Barney pushed me back to my knees. Then in order of their seniority, as members in good standing of the Order of the Cock, I was presented another dick to suck, then another, then another and then another until I had sucked the other four boys too.  Then the boys took turns sucking me, as a prime tenet of the order was reciprocity.

With the initiation and dick sucking done, we dressed in our caving clothes and headed out, first for a hot breakfast at a greasy spoon and then out to the wild cave that we were to explore.  What a hoot that was, crawling through narrow passage ways lit only by our hand held flashlights!  It was cool in the cave, but a lot warmer than it was outside. It was muddy too, but not nearly as wet as the persistent cold drizzling rain outside. 

The cave was rather small and limited.  After a few hours we had had enough and headed back to the motor court to clean up.  There were the usual games of grab ass when naked boys are in close proximity, but nothing like the morning initiation into this group of willing boys.  Cleaned up and dressed, we headed back to the greasy spoon for a hamburger and fries and then returned to the motor court for the evening.  It didn't take long before everyone was lounging about in just their underwear and soon thereafter with the heaters on full blast, lying about totally nude.  Someone produced a deck of cards and I was introduced to Suck Poker.  Five cards were dealt out with up to three discards allowed.  Worst hand did the sucking, best hand got sucked.  Not for very long, maybe a minute before the next hand was dealt.  Of course Barney played and that game kept us occupied for an hour or so when the game changed to Finger Fuck Poker.  That was a raunchy nasty game, gleefully played by nasty boys and being a nasty boy, I participated fully. So as to ease the way, Barney provided several tubes of KY Jelly for the game. 

I had had several fingers up my butt when I lost and Barney had won.  This was the second time this combo had come up.  By that time, everyone, including me, was quite slippery and loose back there.  I was bent over the edge of a bed with Barney's finger plunging in and out.  He pulled out and I thought it was over for the time being.  Wrong! He put one hand between my shoulder blades and held me down, the other spread my cheeks apart.  I felt the fat spongy head nestle between my cheeks and then felt the head press against my anus.  I know this sounds unlikely, but even then I didn't know what was about to happen until the head of his cock popped into my asshole and behind my anal ring.  I'm not sure what I thought at the moment, only the realization that he had his cock in my ass.  It did hurt a little, but not too badly.  Then he began slowly drive it  deeper and deeper into my rectum. That was downright uncomfortable, as I was cramping. 

In to his root, Barney held it there until the cramps eased, then he pulled back and pushed back in, fucking me in the ass.  It went on for I don't know how long, then it was over... for the moment.  The card game continued, only now it was Butt Fuck Poker.  Before we were all exhausted and ready for bed, I was fucked several more times by my buddies.  Their dicks went in a lot easier, as none of us boys were as big as Barney was. That was lot more comfortable.

We all cleaned up our now stinking dicks, cleanup up our assholes and went to bed.  Again, I slept with Barney, falling asleep in a 69 with his cock in my mouth after he had spermed my tonsils once again.

Next morning, we were all played out and simply packed up and headed home in Barney's Chevy Station Wagon. 

*****

Turns out that Barney lived just a few blocks from my parent's home.  You'd think that would present some opportunities, except that he lived with his mother.  For the most part, he satisfied his pedophilic desires on campouts. Over the next year and a half, some of the guys quit and some new guys joined.  All the new guys were selectively recruited, as I was, and all were seamlessly initiated into the Order of the Cock. 

You may be asking, how did Barney know I would be receptive to his advances that first caving trip?  It was quite simple, Jack told him and as I said, Jack recruited me.  All the new boys were recruited the same way, by other boys of the Post.  Barney had a real racket going.

Like I said, for a time Jack went to the same private school as I did, but we weren't close buddies.  We were in sixth grade at the time, so I would have been around twelve or so.  He was bragging about the new sailboat his father had recently bought, going on how it was so much better than the old boat and how much the new boat had cost.  I must admit that was impressed by the dollar amount, but it also sounded like a lot of fun to me and I just came out and asked if I could go sailing with them someday.

To my surprise, Jack called me that night and said his father had said yes.  I asked my mom and dad and they said yes.  Who would have thought I would get three "yes-es" at once!  I was more accustomed to getting a 'no'  somewhere along the chain of parental approvals.  Saturday morning Jack and his dad picked me up at my house in his dad's new Lincoln Continental.  After a short drive we were at the marina.  I helped lug the sail bags and other supplies, and after what seemed to be forever, the boat was ready to go.  Instantly I loved it.  I wasn't just an idle passenger along for the ride, I eagerly helped out whenever and where ever I could, a fact that Jack's dad appreciated.

Jack's dad was rather aloof and didn't interact with me very much, other than telling me which line to pull on and when.  He was a banker and I suppose if I wanted to discuss compound interest, he would have been friendlier, not that he was unfriendly... just aloof.  And not just to me, but to Jack too.  There was no playful banter with either of us.  On the other hand, he wasn't a total stick in the mud either.  He did stop at cove for an hour or so of swimming, something that he seemed to enjoy almost as much as Jack and I.

On the way back into the marina, Jack asked his dad if I could spend the night.  He said he'd have to check with Jack's mom and if she said yes, I'd have to check with my mom.   Jack's dad called his wife from a pay phone at the marina (This was 1968 and pay phones were rather common.  Back then there were no mobile phones, no answering machines, no voicemail or e-mail, not even cordless telephones.  It's a wonder anyone was able to talk to anybody.)  Jack's mom said yes and I called my mom, who also said yes.  Two for two and on the same day!

Not surprisingly, Jack lived in a very nice house where everything  inside and out was immaculate.  It was a Cape Cod style two-story with two large bedrooms upstairs with a large common bath.  One bedroom was Jack's, the other a guest room.  I was used to a rather small and cramped bedroom, so the expanse of space was impressive.  And the toys!  He had everything imaginable and we kept ourselves occupied until we were called down for supper. 

Even if he was aloof I liked Jack's dad, but Jack's mom... I was intimidated by her.  She seemed to always have a scowling disapproving look on her face.  Friendly she was not.  I offered to help with the supper dishes and was brusquely told that that was her housekeeper's job.  Turning to Jack, she dismissed us by saying , "Take your friend upstairs until it's time for desert."  My name never crossed her lips.

Upstairs Jack announced, "We have to get ready for bed."  Bedtime?  There was still nearly two hours of daylight left! 

"Do we really have to go to bed now?" I asked. 

Grinning, Jack replied, "Not really," and stripped down to his skivvies.

I was all for getting comfortable, but I had to ask, "What if your mom or dad comes up here?"

"They won't.  They never come up here.  Bulla only comes up here on Thursdays to change the sheets, vacuum the floor and clean the bathroom."  He wiggled his briefs down a few inches, but not exposing anything.  "If we want," he added showing another inch of skin, "we can run around naked up here all night and they'd never know."  No doubt that was a statement of intent.  I expected him to dispense with his briefs, but the little prick tease pulled them back up instead.  At his encouragement, I too undressed down to my tightie-whities.

Jack pulled out his Twister game and spread the mat onto the carpeted floor. However, there was a problem.  If we were going to play the game right, who was going to spin the spinner?  Jack had a solution to this.  "We'll take turns and just call out a color." This actually worked out better as we were both determined to put the other in most the impossible positions possible.  We had a hoot getting all twisted up together, rubbing skin on skin and rubbing groins on whatever body part was available until we collapsed in a giggling heap with hands or feet always in the other's crotches.  We played for a solid hour before things deteriorated into a wrestling match with the object of stripping off the other's BVDs.

Sans underwear, we switched to bare-butt Greek wrestling with no holds barred, which proved to be the perfect vehicle for feeling each other up.  Suddenly, his father voice came over the intercom, "Boys, hold down the noise up there."  So we got real quiet, lying on the floor playing a game of mutual "Feel the Dick," which soon became "Suck the Dick".  It was just getting dark outside.

Once the light completely faded, the intercom crackled on.  "Jack," a heavily accented female voice said, "come down to the kitchen, honey, and get you boys some milk and cookies."  Jack hopped up, found his drawers, pulled them on and headed downstairs. A moment later he was back with a glass of milk in each hand and bag of Chips Ahoy dangling from between his teeth. 

I helped him out by taking the two glasses of milk and with his hands now free, he pushed his drawers back down and off, carelessly leaving them at the door.

I walked around in my drawers at home when it was time for bed, but it was still awfully early to be parading about almost nude... and with company over!  My mom would have had a fit.  "Your mom didn't say anything about being undressed?" I asked.

Taking the bag of cookies from between his teeth he said, "She's not here.  She and Dad went to the club to play cards. Bulla?  She's just glad that I at least had something on and she knows it best not to ask any questions or to pry." 

Suddenly his eyes lit up.  "I know!  Let's put our underwear back on.  We'll go downstairs and moon Bulla!"  Fortunately I talked him out of that, but I couldn't restrain him from leaving his bedroom buck naked and testing the waters, so to speak.  We explored the landing, the bathroom and the other bedroom au natural and made a game of seeing how far we could get down the stairs before chickening out.  He made it all the way down to the foyer and then dared me to do the same.  One cannot say, "no" to a legitimate dare.

But, I thought he had gone too far when he descended again and then completely disappeared.  Soon he was back with a pilfered bag of potato chips from the kitchen.  Then it was my turn to raid the kitchen in the buff.  What an adrenaline rush! I almost made it when I heard Bulla in another room.  Chickening out, I ran back upstairs. 

Next game was climbing out the bathroom window and onto the roof where we lounged about looking at the stars.  Jack wanted to mess around up on the steep roof, but I was afraid that one or both of us might fall off the roof, so we crawled back in through the bathroom window.  Standing in the bath tub gave Jack another idea... take a bath together.  So we did, facing each other and goosing each other with our feet.  That degenerated into a display of spread butt cheeks and probing with soapy fingers.

It was actually getting a bit late when we finished with the bath games and returned to his bedroom dripping wet.  With the bedroom door wide open, he went to his knees and sucked my dick.  I was looking directly out the open door and expected Bulla to show up at any moment...then what?  She never did and I returned the favor.  We messed around practically the whole night, not getting to sleep until well after his parents had returned after two.

It being Sunday morning, we slept in late, waking only when Bulla announced over the intercom,  "Boys, wake up.  Ya gonna sleep your life away!  Now gets up!  Lunch is almost ready.  Don' make me come up there and get ya!"

I certainly didn't want Bulla coming upstairs to get us, so I got up, got Jack up and got dressed.  After lunch, Jack's dad drove me home.  All in all, it was fun weekend.  I was invited one other time to go sailing and one other time to sleep over before Jack's parents placed him in another, more elite and uppity, school..

*****

You might think that after that first outing and night at the motor court, that I would have been a ready piece of young fuck meat for Barney to regularly use, but that wasn't necessarily the case.  Oh, he gave me a lot of attention as I was his new boy, but he also messed with the other boys as well.  I stayed with the Post, and we had other outings similar to the first, only we never stayed in a motor court again.  Once we slept in some farmer's barn up in the hayloft, as it was cold and raining, but usually we slept in two man tents where the tent partners were selected by a drawing.  No matter where we spent the night, there was always a lot of fooling around.

As for my friendship with Jack, it didn't develop.  Oh, we got along and participated in the sex games, but our friendship never really developed, as Jack was fundamentally an insufferable arrogant prick. 

As my luck would have it, the Post had gone to Philmont the summer before, so we weren't eligible for a slot that year.  Instead, that summer we went on a weeklong canoe trip on the Buffalo River in Arkansas.  That was one of the best trips ever and almost made up for my missing Philmont.  There was quite a bit of exhibitionism and messing around at night, both in the tents and around the nightly campfire, but I expected that.  There were six boys and two men on that trip, two of the boys and the other man were from another unit.  I don't recall the man's name, but he was as bad as Barney was and the two boys were even more openly promiscuous than Barney's four boys.  Over the next year and a half, some of the guys quit the Post and some new guys joined.  All the new guys were selectively recruited like I was and all were seamlessly initiated into the Order of the Cock... Speak not to anyone of the Order of the Cock was a tenet that everyone understood. 

*****

Besides the campouts to go caving, there were other opportunities for Barney to have his way with me.  Being an older Scout, I was tapped to help out with the annual District Camporee at the local Scout Camp.  I always adored going there and eagerly said, "Yes!" when I was asked. I wasn't with Barney for the Camporee, but with my old Scout Troop where everything was on the up and up.  That night Barney showed up.  He asked me if I'd take a walk with him. I knew perfectly well what he wanted to do and went with him anyway, ending up at a secluded screened cabin.

The cabin was dark, but we left the lights off, so as not to attract attention.  There was a full moon that night, so it wasn't totally pitch black and we could see well enough to pull few mattresses off the bunk beds and make a pallet on the floor.  Soon we were naked and mutually connected with our genitals.  I don't recall how long we had been there when we had a visitor.  I heard the squeaky screen door open and nearly shit when a dark figure entered the cabin. BUSTED!  How could I ever live this down?  What will my parents think?  What will my old Scoutmaster think?  What will everyone think?

The man turned on the flashlight he was carrying and shone it upon us.  After what seemed to be forever, he pointed the flashlight to ceiling and sat it on the floor, which had the effect of softly lighting up the entire cabin.  Instantly I recognized the short, pudgy and balding man, as he had run the camp for as long as I went there.

"Joe," said Barney calmly, "this is PJ, the boy I told you about."

"Hello, PJ," Mr. Joe said as he pulled his camp t-shirt over his head.  "Barney has told me a lot about you."  He somehow managed to kick off his hiking boots (he must have been wearing a pair of sneakers) and lowered his shorts and underwear. Leaving just his socks on, he joined us, kneeling on the pallet. "You don't mind if I join the party, do you, PJ?"

I seriously doubt that it mattered what I said, as he promptly helped himself to a handful of my cock and balls.  Despite his work roughened hands, he was very gentle as he fondled me.  He played with me for a minute or so, before he swung his large hairy frame over me, straddling my head while he continued fondling me, his large, erect uncut cock and heavy balls just dangling above my head.  He bent forward and took me into his mouth.  A moment later, he lowered his balls and rubbed them across my face.  He had been very busy all day and his funky odor was strong.

He didn't stay in that position for very long and soon I was sandwiched between Mr. Joe and Barney lying on my back head to toe to them.  One would roll towards me, presenting his cock for sucking and I sucked, alternating between them for quite some time before Barney came in my mouth, leaving me to give Mr. Joe's cock my undivided attention until he too blew his wad. 

Once he had gotten his rocks off, Mr. Joe sat up and began dressing, saying that he still had business to attend to.  I guess he was in no hurry. Barney pushed my knees to my chest and mounted me.  Barney was good for two cums before he had to rest up for any length of time and he speared me while Mr. Joe watched. 

Mr. Joe thanked me for the blow job and told me that we would have to do it again.  Then taking his flashlight, he disappeared into the night while Barney continued to sodomize me in the dark.  It was a night to remember.

The next time I saw Mr. Joe was also the next time I saw Barney.  It was several weeks after the Camporee when Mr. Joe called my parents and asked if could spend a long weekend at the Scout Camp working to get everything in order for the upcoming summer session.  Naturally my folks said yes, as they were confident that I would be busy and therefore stay out of trouble.  If they only knew.

Barney gave me a ride to the camp, dropped me off and left.  I reported in, was assigned to a work crew and spent the next three days working my ass off.  As I reported directly to Mr. Joe, he had no problem in assigning me my sleeping quarters, the same remote and isolated screened cabin where I first had sex with him.

At a Scout Camp, there is always an evening campfire.  Sometimes there was a program, sometimes not.  These two nights there were no programs, just guys sitting around chatting, snacking on cheese and crackers until it was time to turn in.  On the first night after the fire was drowned, Mr. Joe told me he'd join me at my cabin in fifteen minutes, that is, if it was okay with me. He was the boss, the supreme lord of the camp; who was I to tell him no? "I want you nude when I get there," he told me before I sent on my way.

I arrived at my cabin about ten minutes later and undressed completely.  I waited in the dark for another fifteen minutes before he showed up.  Upon entering, he flicked on the single incandescent light hanging from the ceiling.

"I see you follow directions very well, PJ, " he said. "That's good.  I need helpers who follow my directions well.  So, how was your day?"

"Fine," I replied as I sat in my birthday suit. 

"Didn't work too hard, did you?"

"Uh, no, sir."

"Good, because there'll be more work tomorrow.  Now, I'm a firm believer that when the work gets done, you should have some fun too.  Are you ready to have some fun?  Don't answer that. You already answered my question at the campfire and I see you are certainly ready for some fun." 

He studied me for a moment and then told me, "Come over here, PJ." I stood up and came to stand before him. "Undress me," he said softly as he rubbed my hair with his hand.  "First, the shirt."

"Uh, shouldn't we kill the lights?  Someone might..."

"There's no one around PJ.  I want to be able to see you clearly tonight."

"Uh, okay."  Gripping the tails of his camp t-shirt, I pulled it up and over his head.  Like I said, he somewhat portly and rather hairy, especially with no shirt on. 

"Now the shoes," he said.

I knelt and removed both hiking boots and his socks.  Looking up, I then I attacked his belt, button and the zipper of his shorts.  Soon his shorts were at his ankles and steadying himself on my shoulder, he stepped out.  A moment later, I had his boxers down and off too.

I started to rise, but he stopped me.  "Just stay there, PJ.  You know, all day today, every time I saw you, I thought of tonight and this very moment.  Now, show me that the wait was worth it. Suck me, PJ."

His organ was at eye level.  I reached out and took him in hand, studying his prodigious penis and low hanging nuts.  While I fondled him, he grew stiff.  Looking up, I saw that he was pulling on a dark fat nipple while the other hand massaged his other flabby breast.

He smiled down at me and said, "Show me that Barney was right about you.  Prove to me that you are indeed the best cocksucker here in camp tonight... next to me that is." I guess that was praise, even though if someone had said that about me at school, I would have died of embarrassment.  "Come on, PJ.  We both like to suck dicks, so you first."

I took his big cock and rubbed across my face, licking at the shaft as I went along.  I licked down his shaft and licked at his hairy balls and then licked up the underside of his prong along his cock tube. Pausing to roll back his foreskin, I paid close attention to his frenum, before licking on the now seeping head.  By and by my lips surrounded the fat weeping glans and I began to blow him in earnest. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, boy.  You do suck cock good," he praised.  Give me an inch and I'll take a mile, or in this case, 8 inches of prime cock meat as I fought my gag reflex and worked it past my tonsils and into my throat.  Then I pulled almost all the way out, before sliding all the way in again, swallowing with his cock head in my throat before retracting and taking a breath.  "Holy, fuck boy!  Where did you learn that?  No, don't tell me, just do it again, slut."

Slut?  He called me a slut? Promiscuous girls can be sluts, but boys... I realized then that despite my perception of genders, what I was doing was certainly promiscuous, so did that make me...

He abruptly pushed me off at an opportune moment, saying, "I want to save it for your ass.  Now, I want to sample that fine boy pussy of yours that Barney's been talking about."  Boy pussy?  I didn't have time nor inclination to be outraged by his comments, but instead filed them away for later mental processing.

Mr. Joe helped me up from kneeling on the rough wooden floor of the cabin, which was good thing as  my poor knees were beginning to kill me.  He stood me facing the screen door and told me to brace myself against the door frame and to spread my legs.  I jumped when I felt the cold wetness of KY being smeared over and into my anus.  Then the fat cock head nestled in and Mr. Joe thrust up.  Other than the lube, I wasn't prepared for this and cried out as he impaled me with his cock.  "There, there, PJ.  Barney told me you liked this.  I didn't mean to be so rough."  That's what he said, but I got the roughest cornholing of my life braced in that doorway. 

He buggered me good and just as was I beginning to enjoy it, the screen door opened right in front of me.  I could hardly focus on the group of leering faces before me.

"Excellent show!" one the older guys said. 

"I'm next," laughingly said another.

Mr. Joe wrapped his strong arms around my chest and pulled me away from the door frame and against him with his cock still up my butt.  He was relatively short, but he was taller than me and when he leaned back, he lifted my feet off the floor, leaving my feet dangling in the air and my hard cock flopping around as he continued to bugger the living hell out of me from behind.

"Fuck him good, Joe!" someone called out.

It was so embarrassing and shameful to be seen like that by some of the most "respected" members of the camp staff.  Mr. Joe lowered me and whispered, "Don't pay those clowns any mind, PJ.  Your ass is mine tonight."  Then he slid a hand down to my crotch, grasped my dick and began whacking me off as he moved slowly within my rectum.  I swear, I saw stars and fireworks when I came.  It was the most intensive cum of my life, heightened no doubt by the shear depravity of it all.

Next thing I knew, I was on my bunk with a softening, nasty tasting cock in mouth.  Gross!  "Suck it clean, you nasty slut," he ordered.  I tried to get away, but Mr. Joe's bulk and strength were the deciding factors, so having no choice, I sucked him clean.

Mr. Joe eased up on holding me down and extracted his cock.  "You're a great kid, PJ.  I'll have to thank Barney for sharing you with me.  Now, it's your turn."  He slid down and took me in his mouth, skillfully blowing me like the skilled cocksucker he was.  When I was nice and hard, he offered me his ass. 

I tried my best to cross his eyes, but he was used to much larger dicks up the wazoo than I had to offer.  And  when it was all over, he cleaned my cock like I had been forced to clean him up. That was one of the tenets of the Order of the Cocks, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. 

Having finished ravishing me for the night, Mr. Joe dressed and left me alone in cabin, naked and leaking cum from my abused anus.  I lay awake half the night expecting someone to be creeping into cabin for a piece of me, but I was not molested during the remainder of the night.

I was a bit sore the next morning, but that was soon forgotten.  I was assigned to a work crew headed up by one of the guys who had watched Mr. Joe sodomize me the night before.  It was Jeff, the Aquatics Director. Jeff was real friendly with me, but nothing happened other than he invited me to go skinny dipping with him and the guys later that night.  I told him that I'd think about it.

That night, I was expecting a repeat visit from Mr. Joe, but Barney had showed up late in the afternoon and he bunked with me. "I hear you've been invited to the swimming party tonight," he told me.  "Want to go?"  I don't know why I said yes, as I expected the worse, but it turned out to be just a bunch of naked guys swimming and playing in the moonlight.

Later that night, back in the cabin, Barney was sitting on my bunk playing with my cock when he asked me how I liked being with Mr. Joe the night before. I had mixed feelings about what had happened, but I kept my true feelings to myself.  "Joe says he really enjoyed being with you last night," Barney said.  "He also said he was sorry about the guys busting in on you like that, as he knows it could have been embarrassing for you."   Could have been embarrassing?  All day I had felt like everyone was looking at me and whispering to one another.  As far as I knew, everyone in the camp knew what had happened and what total faggot I was.  Faggot... is that what I had become?  As Barney put his cock to my lips and I willingly took him, I realized the label fit.  A dirty faggot queer.  That's not what I wanted to be known as.

Next morning was the last work session, and like the two previous days, that's what we did, work.  No goofing off in the bushes or anything like that, just hauling stuff here and hauling stuff there, working on this or that trail through the woods, getting rid of whatever critters that had moved into the many cabins during the winter months.

Just before I left with Barney for the ride home, Mr. Joe asked me if I wanted a staff position for the upcoming summer camp sessions.  That was a dream come true as I had always wanted to be a camp staffer once I was older and here was my opportunity.  But, I had started having doubts about all this even before the three day work session. Now I had serious doubts.  I had no doubt about what I'd be doing every night for the eight weeks when the camp was fully staffed and up and running.  A dirty faggot queer.  If I wasn't one now, I'd surely be one by the end of the summer.

There was another, more compelling reason to decline the Summer Camp staff appointment and pull away from the Post and everyone associated with it.  I was sixteen, had my driver's license and the use of my Dad's car.  But, more importantly, I had discovered girls, or at least I discovered a girl who was just what I needed to redeem myself.  I fell head over heels over that girl.  She was sweet girl and had an impressive rack of D-cup tits.  She also knew how to flaunt those tits and drive me crazy.  Me, I managed to get her naked in the back seat of my dad's car at the drive-in theater and fuck her through three shows.  She was a great girl friend and I copulated with her all through high school.  We went steady for awhile, then broke up and got back together six month later.  By that time she had the reputation as a fun, easy girl who fucked just about everyone who had the gumption to fuck her.  Still, it was me who put the blood stains on the upholstery of my dad's car.  The only thing he said to me about the virginal blood stain was I needed to clean it up before my mother saw it.  I tried, but couldn't remove it completely.

I went to college, slept with several other girls, picked one out, married her and we had three kids. Val was the light of my life whose own life was snuffed out by a drunk driver, leaving me a single dad with a house full of teenagers.  Somehow I managed and eventually met my second wife.  In one short, "I do," I had two more teenagers to contend with.  The kids all grew up relatively unscathed and all went to college, got good jobs and produced a crop of grand kids for me. 

Then with our nest finally empty, we took a trip to Colorado and there on a easy hiking trail, my second wife had a heart attack and died in my arms.  There was nothing that I could do for her.  I never felt so helpless and incompetent in my life as she forever slipped away.  Afterwards, I never felt so lonely.  That was three years ago.

Recently I attended a business conference.  I was sitting at a hospitality table taking a coffee break when a gentleman my age joined me.  We struck up a conversation and discovered that we had much in common.  Suddenly his eyes lit up.  "PJ.  Middletown.  Explorers. Well, I'll be damned!"  I still didn't get it, as I'd never seen that middle aged face before.  "Tommy... Tommy Smith," he said holding his hand to his chest.  Then he turned beet red.

"Tommy?  Is that really you?" Of course his name tag clearly showed that he was Tommy Smith, but it wasn't until the words Middletown and Explorers sank in that I made the connection.  All through those years since, I cut myself off from anything and anyone associated with Barney.  I had played it straight, never once cheating on my wives, nor leading any secret life as a bisexual nor ever revealing to anyone my life as a chicken hawk's pass-around butt boy and suddenly here was someone who knew all about my darkest secrets.  It was an awkward moment, for the both of us, as I too knew Tommy's darkest secrets.

"Uh, maybe I'd better go," Tommy said as he rose to his feet.

"No, please don't!"

"I haven't done anything like that since I was a kid," he said defensively.

"Neither have I. Please stay." 

He sat back down and we brought each other up to date, about our wives, our kids, our grand kids, our lives.  His story was remarkably similar to mine.  Married, two kids, five grand kids, widowed, not married, lonely as he could be, living in a one bedroom condo with just his hand to keep him company. 

One of us suggested that we get together after the conference that night and have dinner together.  It wasn't until we were back in the lobby of the hotel that night that Tom revealed that he had a some fine single malt scotch up in room and asked me up for a night cap. We were both three-sheets-to-the-wind by then and that sounded like a fine idea to me.

Over a scotch he broached the subject we had both been thinking about since we met earlier that day.  "I was telling the truth that I hadn't messed with guys since I was a kid," he said.  "But that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it through the years.  Not every day, but occasionally."

"Me too," I replied with slightly slurred speech.

"Really?  You're not just saying that, are you?"

"No.  I know exactly what you're talking about," I replied rather carelessly.

He hesitated for a minute and then stepped closer to me.  He reached out and lightly rubbed my cock through my suit pants.  Alarm bells went off in my head, but I failed to react.  His fondling became firmer, as had my cock, and then he lowered my zipper.  Still, I stood there, wondering whether I should leave or stay.  I stayed.

I don't think either one of us said another word until I left his room the next morning to get ready for that day's conference.  Happily, I had no regrets and neither did Tom.