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 Big Boy Games (Mb, oral, anal, rom)

   By Cactus
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   A sharp knock sounded on the cabin door, waking up a few of the boys
sleeping inside.  Whoever was left slumbering was soon awoken by the yell
from outside.

   "Wake up!  Morning Call!" shouted a masculine voice, followed by another
sharp knock.

   The boys in the cabin were given a few minutes to ready themselves to
decency before the door opened and a counselor around the age of nineteen
walked in.  He wore a tan golf shirt with the summer camp's name on the
chest, and a pair of jean shorts.  A whistle hung around his neck and he
held a clipboard in hand.  With cropped brown hair and a medium-build, he
what fairly handsome.

   "Alright...let me get a look, everyone.  Come on, stand up."

   As one of Camp Blueleaf's counselors, it was Matt's job to inspect cabin
#5 every morning and night, making sure the boys inside were all accounted
for and following the rules.  Even though he was a firm enforcer of the
rules, the boys in Cabin #5, his officially appointed cabin, all liked him
a lot.  One of his ways of making sure his cabin was the best behaved was
offering the kids small favors in return for acting according to the rules.
Usually he would bring that day's leftovers from dinner to the cabin at
night, hanging out with the kids while they snacked on pizzas and leftover
puddings, telling them jokes and stories about him and the other counselors
before lights-out.  He had been voted counselor of the week most of the
weeks that summer, his third summer working there, and had for most of the
weeks in the past summer.  Despite this, the other counselors enjoyed him
as well.  The whole camp realized that he worked hard to make things fun
for the kids, and it was well appreciated.

   It was now 8:00am and the kids were pulling themselves out of bed,
lining up in the middle of the cabin for Matt to check off their names.  As
he passed by them, he would occasionally ruff one's hair or playfully shove
them, causing laughter among the group.  After checking off every name on
his list, he sat down on one of the camper's beds and set his clipboard
down.

   "Alright men!  Time to get showered and dressed!" said Matt, watching as
the process began.

   Each cabin had a small shower-room attached, which was basically a
15x15' tile-floored room with four showerheads in it.  The kids were
assigned shower order at the beginning of the summer and they had all
gotten used to the flow of preparation.  Four of the kids; Kevin, Andy,
Scott, and Shane were up first.  They easily stripped to the nude by their
beds, a natural occurrence at the camp as they had all gotten used to
seeing each other nude, and headed for the showers.  While they did, the
others began making their beds and setting out their clothes for when they
were done their own showers.

   Ryan, the boy who's bed Matt had sat upon, moved over and sat beside his
counselor.  He was a cute kid, about eleven years old with dark brown hair
and deep, big brown eyes.

   "Hey Matt" he said, looking up at the man who was secretly his idol. 
Matt draped an arm over the boy's shoulder and smiled.

   "Hey kiddo.  Sleep well last night?"

   Ryan nodded.  This was his first summer at Camp Blueleaf and he had yet
to become really familiar with all the other campers.  Matt was his closest
friend at the moment, and he enjoyed the time they spent together.

   "Hey...um, are you doing anything after lunch today?" asked Ryan, his
big brown eyes looking into Matt's.  For two hours after lunch the kids had
free time.  Most of the counselors set up sports like kickball and baseball
for the kids to play, or ran groups for the kids to work on their hobbies.
Matt often took groups of kids for small hikes during this time, or just
spent time with them in the cabins or any other place they could sit and
joke around.

   "Nope, I don't have anything planned, Ryan.  Did you have an idea?"

   The eleven-year-old nodded, "I thought maybe we could hang out?  You and
me?"

   "Sure thing pal.  What should we do?" Matt turned to the boy.

   "I dunno...I thought maybe you could show me the clearing you showed the
other kids that time."

   Two weeks earlier Matt had taken a group of kids to a clearing far into
the woods surrounding the camp.  When they had gotten back, the boys all
talked about how cool it was.  Matt messed Ryan's hair.

   "Alright then, sounds like a plan.  I'll meet you here after lunch
then."

   The boy smiled, happy to be able to spend time with his idol.  The rest
of the morning went by as usual, with all the boys quickly showering and
getting dressed.  The whole camp met at one of the pavilions to plan out
the day, eat breakfast, and go about the scheduled activities.  After
lunch, Matt entered cabin #5 to see Ryan already waiting for him.  They
gathered up some snacks and supplies for the two-hour trip together, and
headed across the camp towards the entrance to the forest that would lead
to the clearing.

   They hadn't even gotten a quarter mile into the woods before the sounds
of the shouting and playing kids at the camp died out, soon to be replaced
by the sounds of the summer forest.  Leaves hissed with a hot breeze, birds
chirped and insects called out from every hidden place around them.  Now
and then the bushes would sway with wildlife movements.  Nearly a half an
hour passes before they finally reached their destination, the trees around
them parting to give way to a large clearing.  Rocks had been setup like
seats from Matt's previous trip here with the kids, all of them at the edge
of a creek that ran through the open area.

   "Well, here it is!  What do you think?" asked Matt, setting his pack on
one of the rocks and turning to the boy who followed him in.

   "Awesome!  This is really cool!"

   Matt chuckled, then sat on one of the rocks.  Ryan sat on the clean
grass in front of him, smiling as he looked into the counselor's eyes. 
Matt threw a light punch that swept past Ryan's face.

   "Kshh," he made the sound of a fake punch.  The boy laughed.

   "So...now what?"

   The younger boy hesitated and watched the small stream for a while,
"Umm..."

   "Yeah?"

   Ryan blushed, moving his gaze to the grass.  "Can we do what you and Joe
did?"

   This caught Matt by surprise.  Joe was a third-year camper, having
started the same year that Matt did.  In his first month of counseling, Joe
and Matt had strayed from a hiking group by accident and ended up fooling
around.  The two hadn't planned it, but it did happen.  Matt was sure Joe
hadn't gone about telling everyone about it, so he must have told Ryan
directly.  Joe was Ryan's second closest friend at the camp, next to Matt.

   "What do you mean?" Matt decided to play stupid for now, not wanting to
risk his secret getting out if that wasn't what Ryan was talking about.

   "You know...like...do you wanna fuck?"

   Yup, that's what he meant.  Matt blushed a little, running his hands
over his face as if trying to sober up.  This situation could go one of
many possible ways, and many of them weren't good.

   "Ryan, do you have any idea what you're really asking for?" Matt looked
the boy in the eyes, and the boy nodded.

   "Yeah..."

   The counselor took a steadying breath.  Even though he was much older
and had done this before, not only with Joe but with some friends back
home, he was nervous.  Such topics weren't normally approached this easily.

   "...Do you really want to do that, Ryan?"

   "...Yeah, don't you?"

   Uh huh.  It was certainly an awkward situation.  But in all honesty,
Matt was very interested in Ryan.  He had a thing for younger boys, and
ever since becoming close to the newcomer at camp, they had several
"almost"-encounters; basically accidental touches and movements, all of
which served to excite Matt and bring about sexual feelings for Ryan. 
Still, the situation was risky.  Not that Matt couldn't trust Ryan; In
fact, he was probably one of the most trustworthy kids at the camp.  Matt
just kept thinking of possible reasons to avoid the encounter, but he knew
all of them weren't very valid.  The kid was cute, and Matt had actually
been fantasizing about another encounter with one of the camp's many boys.

   "...You have to promise not to tell anyone.  Not a soul," was he really
going through with this?

   "I promise!" Ryan was excited.  He was about to get his wish.

   Matt looked all around.  Nothing but the thick curtain of trees and
branches, and the shallow creek (with another few miles of trees behind it)
surrounded them.  Complete privacy.  He reached down and took Ryan's one
hand, wrapping his arm around his back as he helped pull the boy onto his
lap.  His khaki shorts-covered rear snuggled against the counselor's thigh,
their faces inches apart.  Matt's left hand slid up the boy's t-shirt,
running along the soft, boyish skin.  He caressed the silky-soft chest and
gently kissed Ryan's cheek.  A blush of excitement flushed his soft cheeks,
and Matt smiled.  This was right, he knew.  They wouldn't be caught, and
what was wrong about spending beautiful moments like this with a willing
child?

   "That feels good" whispered Ryan, lightly placing his hand over Matt's
as it caressed his chest.

   Matt nodded lightly, then leaned in to kiss the boy's lips.  The
transition was nearly seamless.  Ryan took to the kiss like he had been
kissing all his life, parting his small lips against the counselor's to
open a small passage between their warm mouths.  Hot breath exchanged
between their lungs, soft lips moving together for several minutes.  When
the kiss ended, Matt's hand had already slid down the boy's stomach and to
his thighs, massaging and caressing along them, then dipping between his
legs.

   Even through the material of his shorts, Ryan shuddered as the expert
hands grazed over his immature penis and along his inner thighs.  Their
foreheads were pressed together now, cheeks nearly touching as they both
watched Matt's hand, with Ryan's lightly resting atop it, move below the
bottom of his shorts and then slide back up again, this time under the
material.

   Ryan's creamy, young thighs were just what Matt had been wishing for. 
It wasn't uncommon for Matt to spend his nights in his bedroom in the
counselor's hall rubbing himself to orgasm with fantasies of Ryan and
several other young campers.  Now he had the chance to cum with the helping
hand of the boy who was foremost in his masturbation fantasies.  He
wondered idly if Ryan would stroke himself in the cabin at night thinking
of him.  His thoughts were interrupted when he felt small hands working at
the button and fly of his denim shorts.  Keeping his hand along the boy's
warm inner thigh, he leaned back to give his lover better access.  The
button popped free of the slit and the zipper slid down.  Small hands
pulled back the striped boxer shorts beneath.  Ryan must have never gotten
a good look at an adult penis, because his eyes slightly widened and he
seemed not to be able to get his eyes off the semi-erect, 6" penis.  A dark
patch of slightly trimmed pubic hair curled around the base of the shaft.

   Matt smiled at the boy's innocence and lightly removed his hand from his
inner thigh, instead taking his own penis and pulling it entirely free from
his shorts.  With his other hand he took Ryan's left one and placed it on
the hardening member.  The two's eyes met, Ryan's holding a look of
questioning and Matt's a look of reassurance.  He nodded to the youngster
and then wrapped his hand lightly over Ryan's, guiding it up and down the
shaft.  It wasn't long before his entire six inches were rigid and full,
throbbing with heat between the small, inexperienced fingers.  Even sooner
was the thrill for both of Ryan's quick learning.  Soon he was rubbing his
counselor's sex at a perfect rhythm, even squeezing the shaft at regular
intervals.  Surely he had been masturbating a lot himself for him to take
to giving a handjob so well.

   "Mmmhh...that's it Ryan...a bit faster now..." Matt watched the camper's
hand quicken it's pace along the engorged shaft.  He couldn't remember the
last time he had gotten off from someone else's touch other than his.  It
was obvious his orgasm wasn't going to be long in coming.

   Ryan's breathing had quickened as well, his eyes trained on the bulbous
head that capped the older boy's manhood.  Thick veins coursed along the
flushed, reddened shaft.  The ridged underside felt funny along his
fingertips, and the textured head was sweaty with drooling pre-cum, making
his palm sticky as the outer skin slid along the inner shaft, constantly
slipping partway over the engorged mushroom cap, pulling away after to
reveal it again, each time more and more foamed with rubbed pre-cum.

   "Ohhh...mmhh.  Faster...I'm gonna cum, Ryan...faster!!"

   The boy obeyed his counselor's orders, moving faster still, his hands
stickier and stickier with the foamed pre-cum.  He was exhilarated at the
thought that he was making his idol happy.  How long it seemed since he
developed a crush on the older boy...it seemed like ages in the span of
three weeks.  He himself had been masturbating nearly every night under his
covers, and had even had his first ejaculated orgasm thinking about Matt.
Now his stomach fluttered at the thought of making his idol and crush shoot
the pearly goo.

   Matt could barely believe what was happening.  Even though he had done
all this and more with Joe two years ago, it still seemed like a dream. 
Ryan was a real handsome boy, just the type Matt went for back home when he
would fool around with guys his age.  All inhibitions had flown away and he
knew his sperm was about to shoot at any moment.  A quick moment of sense
amidst the haze of lust and excitement told Matt to warn the boy about the
oncoming ejaculation.

   "Mmmh...Ryan...I'm gonna cum.  Ohhhhh...mmph...It's coming Ryan!"

   The boy looked up into his counselor's eyes and nodded, then looked back
to the task in wonder.  It wasn't long before his reward was presented.  He
jerked his head back in surprise as the first thick squirt shot from Matt's
penis.  He watched as it arced through the air and landed on the
counselor's shorts.  The second squirt shot out soon after, leaping high
before falling along Ryan's hand and wrist.  Matt leaned back on the rock
and moaned in divine pleasure as the third helping of his creamy load spat
from his penis.  This one was less powerful and landed on the back of
Ryan's hand, dribbling down in a slow stream to drip onto Matt's ball sack
as Ryan slowed his strokes.  The penis in his hand began to gradually turn
limp.

   The two held each other for several minutes, the cum slowly drying in
the hot breeze.  Occasionally they would kiss, their lips seeking the
other's hungrily, only to calm their lust long enough to build another up
all over again.  After a while they realized that they were still at camp,
and only about a half hour remained until they had to be back with the
others.  With only enough time to use the stream to wash off any visible
semen and pack up, they went to cleaning up hastily, then began the trek
back towards the cabins.



   A few days passed since Matt and Ryan had their first sexual encounter.
During that time things went pretty much as usual, save for the two boys
exchanging knowing smiles and being more touchy with each other - just
enough not to bring on suspicion.  Soon it was Saturday.  Weekends were
much more lax at Camp Blueleaf, with less required activities like arts &
crafts and learning sessions, and more activities that were planned by the
campers.  This week the kids all decided to play a game of manhunt in the
woods.  It was a game that was played often on the weekends and all the
counselors were comfortable with letting the kids roam through the woods in
small groups, knowing that the boys all knew the rules and would stay safe
enough on their own, but they had to stay in groups of at least eight kids.

   Before the teams were counted out, Ryan went to the head counselor and
complained that he wasn't feeling very well.  As Ryan's cabin counselor,
Matt was asked if he would mind staying behind with Ryan while the rest of
the camp went about playing Manhunt.  Matt agreed, telling the counselor he
would love to play Manhunt but the wellbeing of his cabin members came
first.  It seemed to work as planned, making the head counselor proud of
Matt's sense of responsibility.  Of course Matt wouldn't mind - spending
time with Ryan was one of his favorite things ever since that afternoon in
the clearing.

   The counselor entered cabin #5 to find Ryan sitting in bed reading a
magazine.  When the boy saw Matt enter, he hopped from under the covers and
bounded for the older boy.  The two hugged and then Matt kneeled down with
a smile, looking up at the boy as one arm slid town so his hand rested on
Ryan's soft rear end.

   "Doesn't look to me like you're sick, kiddo," he chuckled, looking into
the boy's eyes.

   Ryan blushed, then took Matt's hand and led him to his bed, sitting down
and bringing the counselor close.

   "Can we do it again today?  I've been rubbing myself every night since
then...I had so much fun."

   "Now, now," said Matt, running one hand up and down the boy's thigh, "we
can't always be sneaking around just to play with each other."

   "I know..." the boy seemed ashamed as he looked to the floor, digging
his toe into the wooden boards, "but can we still...?"

   Matt squeezed his thigh gently with another smile, not saying a word but
leaning over and lightly pushing the younger boy down onto his back,
instead answering with a gentle kiss to the lips.  The two slipped back
into the once-written routine, their lips parting.  Hands roamed bodies,
hearts began to race, breathing began to increase as they breathed each
other in.  This time Ryan went a step further than before, lightly slipping
his tongue into Matt's mouth.  The counselor didn't complain, but let his
own tongue greet that of the camper, swirling it with his.  The taste was
exquisite, with the indescribably delicious taste of boyish saliva, and the
gently subtle sweetness of jelly sandwich from lunch.  Slowly, Matt's hands
began to tug at the shorts covering Ryan's slim hips, bringing them down
along with the blue briefs he wore beneath.  The boy's breathing came in
short gasps as a tingle raced all through his body, his stomach aflutter
once more, and his thighs alive with electric numbness.  Matt smiled
adoringly at him, then slid to his knees on the worn wooden floor.

   The child's penis was already erect, a full 4" without a hint of natural
hair to be seen.  In short, it was beautiful.  Matt had never seen anything
quite like the erect penis of a prepubescent boy.  In it's bare glory, with
the skin-toned shaft nearly free of the veins it would begin to show after
maturity, the tiny head full and swollen with young blood...engorged to a
gentle pink.  Nothing, too, could describe the heavenly taste of one
either. As the counselor's lips enclosed over the thumb-sized head, Ryan
gave a gentle yelp, his stomach twitching with a pang of something he
couldn't put words to.  He could only let his body drift away to limpness
as his entire, four inch boyhood was engulfed into the expert mouth of his
older lover.

   Matt closed his eyes, gently sucking the member as if it were a straw.
He could only hope that it would soon turn into such, being unsure if Ryan
could ejaculate or not at his age.  The gentle mewling of his cabin camper
served only to encourage him, sucking harder now as if he were trying to
draw the very life from this tiny organ.  Breath spewed from his nose as he
looked upwards to see if the boy was enjoying it.  Then again, did he even
need to ask?  Matt was ten years old himself when he first received a
blowjob, and at eleven years old now, Ryan was sure to enjoy it just as
much, if not more.  His penis tasted as if it were freshly washed, with the
overtones of a taste one could only attribute to juvenile cock.

   It wasn't much longer until Matt felt what he had been waiting for.  It
began with a gentle bucking of the hips, then the telltale low moan. 
Ryan's orgasm was approaching.  Matt's hands slipped under the boy to grasp
his smooth cheeks, pushing them upward so his crotch would slide more into
his mouth.  His nose pressed against the bald pubic bone before him, and
the moan grew louder.

   "M-Matt!  I'm gonna cum...cum!!"

   So Ryan could cum...or did he just think this feeling was called cumming
either way?  He would have to find out.

   "Ooh Matt!  Matt!  Matt!  Mattttttt!!"

   The orgasm was small in substance but not in sensation.  Ryan's hips
bucked hard, his small ass bouncing up and down off the bed, Matt's nose
nearly in pain from the constant beating it received from the boy's pelvis.
In the intensity of the pubescent orgasm, Matt moved his hand deeper into
the crevice between Ryan's soft mounds, where his exploring finger soon
found the object of equal homosexual desire.  The bucking served only to
aid in his task, his forefinger pressing to the first knuckle into the
unthinkably tight asshole.  The boy screamed so loud that Matt was about to
pull his head up to silence him and look to make sure no one would come
check, but before he could pull away, the first squirts of semen began to
squeeze into his mouth.

   The experience was like nothing else Matt had ever known.  Two years ago
when he was with Joe, the boy was unable to squirt, being only nine years
old.  Ryan, however, at the ripe age of eleven, had obviously been
producing sperm in his growing body for at least several months now.  The
sperm was still thin and near-liquid, but it was potent and rich, and
entirely unlike any sperm Matt had ever had the privilege of drinking.  It
was sweet, to say the least, with only the slightest hint of manly
saltiness.  He eagerly swallowed every bit that Ryan had to offer, which
wasn't saying much because of the nature of Ryan's small, juvenile
testicles.

   As the thin spurts subsided to a general leaking, only slightly thicker
than the consistency of piss, Matt realized that Ryan had stopped his cries
of discomfort.  Looking up, he saw the pre-teen with a look of only mild
discomfort on his face as he squirmed and wiggled against the impaling
finger, which had worked it's way in to the second knuckle during the
subsiding orgasm and consequent wriggling.  Still, he had a look of worry
on his face, obviously never having experienced, or probably known about,
this type of stimulation before.

   "M..Matt...You're in my butt hole..."

   "I know," the teenager smiled, "That's how big guys do it...and they put
their penises in there too."

   "What?!" Ryan was shocked, then shook his head, "I don't want your penis
in there!" After a moment of thought, he figured he might have hurt Matt's
feelings, "It will hurt too much..."

   Matt nodded, gently rubbing the boy's shrinking penis to clean the thick
saliva and remaining semen from it, causing the boy to jump slightly from
the sensitivity.

   "I know...and maybe we can work into it.  But that might not be for a
while...we'll stick to how we do it now for the time being."

   The youngster nodded, moving down to the floor to be with his idol and
lover.  The two held each other there until the sounds of the returning
campers caused them to clean up and get dressed again.  Many more
encounters took place that summer, and not all of them between Matt and
Ryan alone.  Their love continued to grow, but those stories might be best
left for another time.






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