A Rationalization

by:

Pavel Nabokov

Summary

The situations that life presents us with can radically alter our most fundamentally deep convictions.  Such is the case that Mason finds himself in as he goes off to a boys’ summer camp for two weeks.  Mason is full-blooded heterosexual, but Mason is also filled with a strong - mind consuming sex drive that is hard enough to control at home, but consumes him at camp.  As each day passes at camp, Mason’s frustration worsens until one night when he is ready to burst.  That night he meets a boy named Tristan whose sexual drives match Mason’s.  Tristan is bi-sexual, but is drawn to gay sex for many reasons.  That night Tristan provides Mason with a simple but compelling rationalization for having sex with a boy.   After a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying evening, Mason and Tristan become very close friends.

Authors Note

While this story is complete, a Part Two will be posted if there is enough interest in this story  That will be decided based on feedback from readers.

Keywords: m(13)+, oral, anal: References to mf, mg, incest, anal, oral

Story contains: 54 pages, and 26k words – Published September 9, 2010

Table of Contents:

Spotlight 2

Six Weeks Ago. 2

First Contact 5

The Next Day. 16

Early in the Morning. 18

Two Nights left at Camp. 24

The Surprise at Dinner 29

Michael’s Story. 41

The Night Gets Risky. 42

The Dance. 49

© Copyright 2010 by, Pavel Nabokov

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Six Weeks Ago

Camp Kiowa was on the East Side of the lake tucked inside a protected bay.  It was simply the most beautiful property to border the five square mile shimmering blue lake. 

Mason liked the camp because of the availability of so many water activities – he hated that it was a boys’ only camp and that they didn’t have computers.  The camp housed 60 boys – each sharing one of the tents with five other campers, ranged in age from 9 to 15, and a counselor was assigned to each tent making six per unit.

The first week the weather cooperated with warm days in the mid 80’s and nights in the upper 50’s, but this week a scorcher with frequent storms had the daytime temps in the 102 to 105 range, and it didn’t cool off much at night.

It was two o’clock in the morning and Mason swore that the temperature inside the tent was around 95 degrees and he couldn’t sleep.  He quietly got out of his rack and exited the tent wearing only his boxers.  Sticking to the shadows he made his way to one of the long piers that extended out over the water.  A light warm breeze touched his skin as he walked past the boat house and onto the pier barefoot.  In the moonlight you could still see the beads of perspiration covering his handsome torso and legs. 

When he got to the end of the pier, he stopped and looked around the quiet lake seeing its outline by the lights on the end of the piers and the streetlamps.  No boats were on the lake this early in the morning, and the lake was very still. 

Impulsively he dropped his boxers onto the pier.  The breeze felt wonderful as it caressed his body and groin.  The feelings he was having and the stillness of the night brought his thoughts to the main reason he didn’t like this camp.

While most all boys his age thought about sex often, that’s pretty much all he thought about all of the time.  It was hard for him to jerk-off in the tent although he had heard some boys going at it late after they thought everyone was asleep.  His frustration was getting beyond his ability to control as normally he took care of business at least eight times a day… on a slow day.

The breeze now wafting over his cock and balls got him erect almost immediately.  For being nearly fourteen, he was a very handsome boy.  His light olive complexion took the sun well and he had a deep bronze tan, with only his off-white bottom being very noticeable in the moonlight.  At five foot eight he was pretty average in height, but because of his swimming and water sports participation his physique made him look like a well built seventeen year old.  Long legs and torso – a narrow waist and small tight bottom coming up to broad shoulders and a noticeable six-pack made him stand out in the crowd.  He had a sculptured Grecian face with medium thick lips a straight nose that fit it perfectly, and large grey-blue eyes.  His hair was a rich, thick, natural wavy dark brown, but most of his hair was confined to only to his head.  The rest of his body was sparsely covered with fine blond hair.   While he sported a cut five inch cock that was reasonably thick, just a few strands of hair were apparent above his cock.  His cock was straight as a ruler when he was erect. Tonight he was so horny his rock hard cock was angling straight up from his body at a good forty-five degree angle.

He thought of jerking off right there, but really needed to feel the coolness of the water.  He turned a little looking for the ladder that he could use to climb into the water.  He didn’t want to make a lot of noise by diving in.  He was a very smart boy, and getting caught was not something that happened to him. 

As he turned around to get to the ladder he didn’t notice the shadowy figure setting just inside the boat house lurking at him as he stroked his cock. 

Mason finally got into the shallow water and after swimming a ways from the pier, he rolled over and started doing a slow back stroke.  Now the shifting air currents and water lapped at his cock.  His thoughts drifted off to the trim redhead with medium - but beautifully shaped breasts and a beautiful smallish trimmed red bush above her slit.  He found a series of photos on-line featuring her.  He fantasized that he was fucking her instead of the guy in the photos.  That guy was a big, buff, and a very hairless dude with what seemed to him like a thick eleven inch cock and golf ball sized nuts. 

After Tristan exploded in orgasm just inside the boat house after seeing Mason’s erection, he walked into the water quietly until it was waist high and then dog paddled off towards Mason.  Tristan was afraid, but his sexual appetite was almost as ravenous as Mason’s was, and whoever the boy on the pier was - he wanted him badly.  He figured he was half way to his goal as he could easily see that that Mason was very horny.

Mason swam, floated and dog paddled close to the pier until his body had cooled off.  Tristan could see Mason stroking his cock some as he back stroked his way back to the ladder.  Tristan swam under the pier as Mason grabbed the ladder and slowly made his way to the pier’s deck.   Soon Mason was sitting on the edge of the pier facing the water with his legs hanging off the edge.  As Tristan eased up the ladder to stop with his eyes just above the pier deck, Mason laid back on the wet surface and started stroking his cock again still thinking about the redhead.

Tristan lifted himself up another ladder wrung and waited for a time; watching Mason enjoying himself as he became quite erect again.  God is he beautiful, Tristan thought.  Tristan was bi-sexual, however boys figured prominently in his desires. But he’d never turn down a pretty girl and was even known to pursue a few.  Girls however lacked an essential piece of equipment that Tristan loved… in his rectum pounding him and his prostate silly.

Figuring this was about the right time as he guessed he was ready to cum, Tristan – still on the ladder quietly said, “Excuse me… but doing that in the open with the moonlight behind you, anyone on shore could see you and also see what you are doing.  I have a little hide out close by and nobody has ever seen me get off in there.  I guess our moods tonight are similar.  Sorry for interrupting… really sorry.”

Mason jumped a little and rolled over to where the voice was coming from; which also hid his rigid cock that was just ready to explode.

While Mason was grappling with the situation and wondering how to respond, Tristan climbed up the ladder and onto the pier. 

Fuck me, thought Mason.  I wanted a red head but not a guy who was a redhead. 

Being in the state he was in he looked over Tristan much more carefully than he would have had he already climaxed in the last ten minutes.  Although Tristan was a boy, probably around his own age, he looked like he could have been a girl had his long cock not been sticking straight and erect from his groin.  He saw the boy walking towards him as beautiful, and while he’d never, ever, in his whole life ever considered any boy like this before as sexy – his cock twitched upon seeing him.  Tristan was graceful, his legs looked hairless and sexy like a girls.  He was a bit shorter than Mason and smaller boned.  His skin was lightly freckled but absent the alabaster skin so many redhead’s had.  He actually had some tan lines from obviously the Speedos he wore.  His body was well toned but not overly muscular.  He was softer looking, and with the moon light hitting his face he appeared to have green eyes… large green eyes, and his wavy red hair hung to near his shoulders.

With Tristan’s eyes never leaving Mason’s, Mason finally replied, “Where’d you come from – I really thought I was alone out here.   Bad timing by the way.”

Tristan said, “Sorry… I mean truly sorry.  We both seemed to have the same idea.  Earlier last week I found a spot to do it without getting caught – want to see?  Oh by the way, I’m Tristan.”

Mason was conflicted, but he was still very horny.  Trouble was he’d never jerked off with another guy around… but Tristin was hard too.  He never thought to ask him why he was in the water, or how long he had been watching him.  Mason was horny, and that was all he could think about. 

“I’m Mason… and sure, I’ll take a look.”

As Mason stood up carefully and walked towards him.  Tristan turned around.  While Mason’s cock had softened some at the interruption, he found it interesting when he saw Tristan’s back view.  He really did look like a girl and his ass was cuter than most he’d seen.  Shit, Mason thought, he even walks like a girl. Mason felt the blood forcing his cock to harden once again.

First Contact

Tristan led the way to the boat house where he had a couple of towels laid out.   Tristan just sat down on the towel farthest away and waited for Mason to join him.

With a slight hesitation, Mason did exactly that.  He sat on the other towel reasonably close to Tristan.

As his butt hit the towel, Tristan said, “The breeze is nice here in the evenings, nobody can see what goes on, but from here you can see everyone else.  Anyway, enough talking.”

That said, Tristan laid back on the towel, spread his legs a little and after closing his eyes he started stroking his own cock.

Mason looked him over a bit surprised at his boldness.  But he also couldn’t keep his eyes off the boys’ cock.  It wasn’t as thick at his, but it was a good inch longer.  Tristan was uncut, but his foreskin was really short - stopping just before the tip of his cock.  Unlike Mason, there seemed to be no hair above his cock or on his balls, at least in this light.  The kid was really hung.

Tristan said, “It’s hard to get going with somebody just watching you.  Please tell me you’re not gay Mason.”  Tristan then stopped stroking himself and looked at Mason right in his eyes.  Mason was now as erect as he had been after he dropped his boxers at the end of the pier.

That statement hit Mason like a bomb, and if he had been the defensive type he’d have gone bonkers just then.  Instead he said, “Nope, I’m not gay, I’m just a horny mess.  Also I’ve never gotten off with another guy anywhere around before.  This is like all new to me.”

Tristan said, “You mean you’ve never been in a circle jerk, or whacked off with a bunch of guys before?”

“Nope… I never thought about it.  I mean, I’ve heard about circle jerks before, but never did it.  It sounds gay.”

Tristan looked at him like he was a Martian and said, “What does being in a circle jerk have to do with being gay?”

Mason was thinking what’s wrong with this kid when he said, “Well shit Tristan… in a circle jerk I assume that each guy is stroking another guy’s dick.  Is that gay enough?”

Tristan chuckled and said, “Never thought of it that way, but yea… that’s what happens, but it isn’t gay.  It’s about getting off – having a great orgasm you can’t give to yourself.  Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never had someone else get you off before?”

“Well, a couple of years ago, Janice stroked me until I came.  That was really cool.  So far it was the best I ever came and I don’t think she really knew how to do it right.”

“Oh,” said Tristan, “Two years ago when you were really hung with a three inch pricklette, some gal stroked you to orgasm.  Shit man, if that happened today you would reevaluate what a good orgasm is.  Back then you were a child.  You’ve grown and developed a lot since then, right?”

“Yea,” said Mason, “I guess you’re right.  But… shit I don’t know, having a guy do it just seems wrong.”

“I never felt that way cause I’ve been doing it since I was maybe nine.  Being gay wasn’t even a concept for me at that time.  I do know that I get off three times better if it’s someone else’s hand besides mine.  Sure I still jerk myself off, but if I had a choice I’d rather the hand belonged to someone else… anyone else.”

“Really,” said Mason, “it’s that much better?”

“It’s generally better than that.  Worst case is three times better.”

“Sounds interesting, “he said aloud.  Inside he thought, it can’t be that much better, but he seems like he really knows that it is.  Still it would be very weird having another guy jack me.

Tristan was getting ready to get this whole thing started and said, “Can I ask a personal question?”

“I guess so,” said Mason.

“What was your fantasy when you started jacking yourself out on the pier?”

“Oh that,” said Mason blushing a little, “I saw some photos of this redhead with the cutest titties and freckles getting pounded by a guy.  She was really gorgeous.”

“Here, let’s conduct a little experiment.  Lay back and start the fantasy again.  Close your eyes and let me prove to you that I’m telling you the truth.  I’ll stop anytime you want.  Besides with your eyes closed you could fantasize that she’s whacking you off.  I mean shit, Mason you’re still rock hard.”

After a pause Mason said, “Well you’re still hard too.”

“I’ll be okay, I’ve had three cum’s today already.”

“Mason looked directly at Tristan’s eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll try it if you promise to not tell anyone else that this happened and if I ask you to stop you will… right?”

Inside himself Tristan was so proud of his sales job.  It was a load of crap the way he manipulated the situation, but it was also true, and he would prove that to Mason.  Hopefully before they left camp, he and Mason would be sucking each other off and the most he hoped for was that Mason would fuck him really hard.

Outwardly, Tristan said, “I promise.  It would be really dumb to tell anyway.”

Wordless Mason laid back on the towel and closed his eyes. 

“Okay… I guess I’m ready,” he said.  In his head he thought, Well at least after camp I’ll never see Tristan again… so what’s to loose.  Besides I’m climbing the walls horny, maybe this will take the edge off.

Tristan knew that he would be ready for what he was about to do.  If he could get away with it, without being pummeled black and blue it would be a great evening.  That Mason was cut would make it a lot easier.

Tristan scooted himself a little lower on the towel and then gently put his hand on Mason’s stomach and started gently rubbing it as his hand moved downward.  Mason flinched a little but soon started getting even harder than he was.  Tristan’s hand moved and encircled his cock and nut sack with his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged him.  Mason started squirming a little.  Shortly after Tristan encircled his cock with his long fingers and stroked him from his root to his tip.  Tristan was thrilled when Mason’s cock twitched in his hand.  After stroking him more firmly and a little faster for a minute or so, Tristan cupped Mason’s balls and started rolling them gently together.   Tristan smiled as Mason spread his legs open for Tristan to have better access.

Oh to stick a finger up his butt just before he came, he thought.  But it was too early to do that.  He wanted to hook him first.  After Tristan’s expertise at getting guys off a couple of times – Mason would be his.

Just by the way Mason was reacting; Tristan knew he wouldn’t last long.  So sooner than he thought he would, he started stroking Mason’s cock from about mid root up and over his glans.  Without a foreskin to cover his corona, he knew it would get really sensitive and start getting uncomfortable soon. 

Mason was breathing deeply and squirming around on the towel.  But Tristan could tell by his facial contortions that it was starting to hurt. 

Not long afterward Mason said, “Wish I had some lube.  I’m starting to get sore, but it feels like you said… this is really nice.”

Tristan said, “Okay… I can fix that… start thinking about the redhead starting to go down on you.  She wants you to cum first so that when you’ve recovered she’ll get a good fuck out of it where you can last a lot longer.”

“Aha… okay I guess,” said Mason.

Tristan repositioned himself and as he lowered his hand on Mason’s cock he put the head of it into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue.

Sweet, thought Tristan, what a beautifully tasty cock to suck on.

Mason’s back arched when he did that, but the feeling was so fantastic that he didn’t say a word.  The redhead was sucking his cock, just not the redhead in his fantasy.

Soon, Tristan was massaging his balls and deep throating him.  Mason was in heaven and it wouldn’t be too long before he came. 

A minute went by as Mason’s body tingled in delight with the feeling getting stronger all the time.  By now he was deeply breathing, his muscles taught and pronounced.  Tristan thought he might cum too from all the stimulation, but hoped he wouldn’t.  He knew if he caressed Mason’s chest and shoulders he certainly would cum, so he didn’t.

Soon, every nerve in Mason’s body was on fire.  Tristan was now slapping gently at Mason’s balls as they tightened up to his body, as Mason felt the onset of his orgasm and the semen rising in his urethra.

In a heartbeat, Mason’s body tensed up, his body curling upward lifting his head off the towel.  He’d stopped breathing.  Tristan moved his mouth to the head of Mason’s very hot and dark purple cock and sucked for all he had.  Then Mason erupted.  After three hot bursts of cum, Mason’s body flopped back to the towel as his body spasmed -flopping around like a fish out of water still shooting into Tristan’s mouth.  His chest was heaving and as Tristan tried to watch the result of his spectacular work, and he swallowed everything that Mason gave him. 

Tristan knew when to ease up on his cock and soon, he just placed Mason’s cock against his stomach and laid down next to him as he recuperated.  Wisely, Tristan didn’t say a word.

It took maybe four very long moments before Mason said, “Okay… that was about ten times better a cum as I’ve ever had.  So you’re right.  Thanks too.  I just never thought you’d suck on my cock.  What was with that?”

“Two things Mason… a blow job is a lot better than a hand job, and since you’re cut and I didn’t have any lube you’d be raw by now if I hadn’t.  I figured you’d like it better anyway.  I mean its not new to me and some of my buddies”

Mason thought for a moment and said, “I guess I was just surprised and all – I mean you swallowed it didn’t you?  I get that you’ve done this before.  I don’t know how long you’ve been sucking cock, but if you were any more experienced, I’d a probably died.  I got to tell you, that was an amazing cum.”

“Like I said man, it all about cuming.  Gals want all the lovie dovie stuff and the foreplay – when a guy gets hard he just wants to get off.  Besides… most girls our age are looking for older guys, not because they’re older, just more mentally mature… you know… as mature as they are.  It’s really the shits that they are about two to four years more mature than we are at our age – maybe more. They also talk big and do very little.  They want it, but they’re scared.  So privately they do each other.  And if you live in a Catholic area like I do you’re doubly screwed.  Since they were little they were told it’s a sin, and that since they can’t use birth control – they’re certain to get pregnant.  Frightening them in to not doing it is all based on fear and punishment.  Since the priests don’t get any – except from little boys,” he snickered, “I’ll just bet that they want the girls to get prego as a punishment for having some fun.  It’s really sick.  Oh… I’m sure glad you really liked it so much.  It was fun to watch you get off too.”

Much of what Tristan said to Mason rang true to him.  He’d never thought of it as concisely as Tristan had just said it, but he could see the truth of it.  Besides, it truly was the best orgasm that Mason had ever had.

Mason finally rolled over and opened his eyes and looked at Tristan smiling.  Then he saw that Tristan was still hard, and he felt bad for him.  Then he remembered his cum and said, “How can you swallow cum?  I don’t know if I could.”

“Come on Mason, you know damn well you’ve tasted your own cum before.  How often do you do that?”

Mason blushed, but said, “How old are you Tristan?”

“I turned thirteen six months ago.  But you are changing the subject,” he replied.

“Fair enough… I do it when I’m really off the charts horny.  I guess it doesn’t taste bad when you’re hot.  Afterwards though I do get a bit disgusted with myself.”

“And tell me Mason, when are you not really off the charts horny?”

“Hardly ever,” he said blushing and laughing.

Then Tristan said, “its not disgusting man… its life… it’s a living thing.  You don’t waste a living thing.”

“Let me think about that,” said Mason.

As Mason was looking at Tristan, Tristan glanced at his very hard cock. 

Right is right  thought Mason.

“Hey buddy. I guess it’s my turn to get you off.  Remember that I’ve never done this before… okay?”  But I want too.  He really has a pretty cock.  Hell, the whole kid is pretty.  Wish he were a girl.  Those and many more thoughts rushed through Mason’s mind.

Wordlessly, Tristan laid back on the towel, opened his legs and awaited Mason’s virgin touch.

Tristan didn’t have to fantasize about anything because his fantasy was right in front of him.

Mason started like Tristan did.  He hesitated for a moment wondering how to approach this.  As he looked at Tristan’s cock he realized that the cock he was about to touch was in the same world of hurt that his had been moments before.  It was just a piece of flesh that needed attention, and really no different from helping someone bandage a cut.  It was about making it feel better.  He opened his fist and gently took the long cock in his hand and surrounded it with his fingers. 

He realized that it felt different then his own, not only because it wasn’t circumcised, but his hand was in a different position on Tristan’s cock.  He hadn’t noticed before but the cock he held was really warm, very hard, but still pliable.  He stroked Tristan’s cock up over its head then as he went down he gripped a bit more firmly to pull his foreskin away from his cock.  The head of Tristan’s cock was a light pink with a very large opening.  The head was also probably a good inch larger than the circumference of the cock below.  He jacked the foreskin over the glans and pulled it over the head of the cock and back again.  While Mason always thought that uncut cocks looked different, he could see the benefit of having that extra flap of skin.  It was kind of like having an attached sheath to stroke inside of. 

Mason was surprised that his own cock was getting hard again.  Then again he thought, well like Tristan said, it’s all about getting off.  And Mason was getting off - getting Tristan off.  It got even better when Tristan started moaning and breathing irregularly.

Mason fully focused on what he was doing.  It was almost hypnotic the rhythm that he had established.  Remembering what Tristan had done to him, he used his other hand to cup Tristan’s balls and scrotum.   Sometimes Mason liked to grab his own nut sack and pull it away from him as he masturbated.  So gently he started doing that to Tristan.

Tristan was surprised at the move and opened his legs wider.  This was new to him and he couldn’t help but mutter, “Pull on it harder, then slap my nuts.  You’re amazing for a first-timer,” and for once tonight he told the absolute truth.

The flattery made Mason eager to please, but he realized that if he did as he’d been requested to do, he would have to stop jacking his cock.  He stretched Tristan’s ball sack about as far as he could.  Tristan’s nuts were pulled tight against the stretched flesh and his cock was pulsing from excitement in his hand. 

As Mason looked at his new friends very pretty cock and was enjoying the feel of it, its texture, its length, he wondered about going down on him.  Mason found himself getting very stimulated jerking this kid off.  He wondered what it would taste like.  Just then a large pearl of pre-cum oozed out from Tristan’s cock. 

Resolved, Mason repositioned himself. He moved so his bare butt ended up near Tristan’s shoulders.  He bent towards the cock and quickly smelled it.  It had no bad odor, so holding Tristan’s cock by the root he pointed it in the right direction as his tongue lapped off the pre cum.  It tasted fine, even pleasant, so Mason put his lips around the head of his cock and started lapping at his corona with his tongue. 

Tristan’s eyes were open watching Mason soon after he repositioned himself.  With Mason sitting on his own legs, his bottom opened up as Mason went down on him.  He could see Mason’s pretty pink pucker staring back at him, and he also saw it twitch a couple of times.  He knew that Mason was hard again and he smiled in delight as Mason’s mouth engulfed his cock head.  Tristan struggled to not cum just yet.

Mason sucked more of Tristan’s cock inside his mouth and found himself really liking it.  It felt silky and he always had an oral fixation anyway.  He started really getting into it and took the cock deeper into his mouth.  He pushed his tongue into his urethra and shuddered as Tristan involuntarily pushed himself deeper into Mason’s mouth.  As his lips moved the foreskin, his tongue danced around his shaft.  Then he remembered that he’d almost forgotten why he was sucking him.  He needed both hands to work Tristan’s nuts.

Mason let go of Tristan’s cock and manipulated it solely with his mouth.  His right hand pulled on Tristan’s scrotum and after he had it stretched tightly, Mason started tapping his nuts gently.  Tristan was moaning in delight and his breathing was now irregular and deep.  Mason slapped at his nuts harder each time until he thought anymore would be more painful than pleasurable.  Mason thought it strange that he’d done this a hundred times with his own nut sack.  The difference was, doing Tristan he couldn’t feel how hard to smack his nuts so it would be pleasurable.

Tristan’s mind was out of control.  For a first timer he thought his new found sex buddy either lied to him or was simply a natural.  He also knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer, and right now he so wanted a finger up his butt hole massaging his prostate it was hard to not ask Mason to oblige.

Mason saw Tristan’s nuts starting to retract against his body and he knew what that meant.  So Mason let go of pulling on his scrotum and as he sucked him he watched Tristan’s nuts contract to full tightness against his body.

Mason was just starting to think out how to handle Tristan’s climax when Tristan’s legs stretched out and his hips raised themselves off the towel.  He felt Tristan’s cock harden inside his mouth. 

Instinctively, Mason pulled his mouth up the shaft and used his tongue to lap at Tristan’s glans as his lips rolled about two inches back and forth on his shaft.  He also took hold of Tristan’s cock and pointed the tip upwards, so when he ejaculated it would hit the roof of his mouth.  With his mind working super fast, the question was, Do I want him to blow inside my mouth or not?  The answer always came back, I just don’t know!

Tristan decided for him and in an instant the first hot bolt of cum blasted inside Mason’s mouth.  It wasn’t a huge amount, and Mason while surprised, was further surprised that he didn’t seem to mind that happening and the taste was… well he’d figure that out later, but it wasn’t as disgusting at he had thought it might be. In fact it might have even been pleasant.   He was almost flattered that he had caused the eruption to begin with, so he waited for the second blast. 

That blast was hotter and twice the volume of the first.  As much as Mason wanted to continue sucking on him until he was finished, his head involuntarily flew off from his cock and was replaced immediately by his hand.  He gripped Tristan’s cock firmly and stroked him hard and fast.  He positioned his thumb to massage Tristan’s glans and the third bolt of cum shot straight up about eighteen inches in the air and then plopped back to Tristan’s stomach.

Mason still had the second batch of cum in his mouth as Tristan continued to ejaculate.  Thinking himself to be a sick fuck, Mason rolled Tristan’s cum around in his mouth and tasted it.  As he swallowed and breathed in some air he thought it tasted okay.  Then he realized that he actually liked it.  That surprised him.  In fact, Tristan’s cum tasted a lot better than his own.

Three… well really two and a half more eruptions came from Tristan’s cock as his orgasm diminished.  Mason eased off some and after Tristan’s back was lying on the towel and his breathing had eased, once again Mason took Tristan’s cock into his mouth.

Tristan was having a fantastic orgasm.  Not the very best, but certainly in his all-time top ten, and he was amazed that Mason was actually swallowing his cum.  If only he had the balls to kiss Mason afterwards and taste his own cum and suck on Mason’s beautiful lips… but he knew better.  A little more coaching and Mason would be his fuck buddy for the rest of the time they were there.

Mason was reluctant to stop playing with Tristan’s cock, and that troubled him too.  But the hardness was dwindling, and the end had come.  So Mason took one long suck from root to tip to clean him off and then laid Tristan’s cock against his stomach and laid back on his towel realizing that he was now rock hard again himself.  His mind was a flurry of conflicted emotions, but he’d have to sort this all out later – now was not the time.

Soon, Tristan rolled over on his side to face Mason and smiled a huge smile at him.  The small light bulb in the boat house showed his twinkling large green eyes to Mason, and they seemed to be smiling as well.  He said, “That was one hell of an orgasm… and please don’t lie to me and tell me that you’ve never sucked cock before.  Nobody ever gives that good the first time out.”

Mason blushed and felt small for some reason and said, “Honest… it was my first time ever.  I mean I’ve lapped on a few pussy’s before and gotten girls off pretty righteously, but that’s the first cock other than my own I’ve ever touched and the only one I’ve had in my mouth.”

“Well buddy, it was fantastic,” said Tristan which made Mason glow with pride.  “You’re already in my top ten blow jobs of all time, and if you care to do it again sometime this week, I’m sure you’ll be in the top five.”

Mason was thinking about this kid and his expertise.  He decided that he had to ask.  “So Tristan, do you have a girlfriend back home?”

“Two actually,” he said.  “But more like friends with benefits than girlfriends.”

Mason said, “Tell me about them?”

It was Tristan’s first time to blush, and red-heads blush for all to see.  But he said, “You’re going to think I’m a sick fuck if I tell you.”

A startled Mason said, “Shit man after tonight I doubt that you could shock me.  Go ahead and I promise not to go all critical on you.”

Still blushing Tristan said, “Well they’re both younger than me.  One of them is twelve and the other one is a year and a half younger.”

Mason’s eyes bugged out and said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.  Okay, maybe I get the twelve year old, but the other one – really?  You fucking the little one too?”

“No just the older one, but I promised that if the little one was still willing - I’d do her before school started.  She’s been after me for more than a year.  I started babysitting her for some extra cash and soon she was blowing me, and she got really good at it.  Hell man, she’d suck me off three times in a night if I’d let her.  Oh.., she really likes me to go down on her too.”

“Wow… to be that lucky.  You’re not afraid that he parents will find out?”

“Not any more,” Tristan said. “See it’s kind of complicated.  They are both sisters, and one time me and the older sister were doing it in her bedroom thinking that the little one was down the street playing with her girlfriend.  Trouble was, she wasn’t.  She was spying on us.  Just as I was about to cum, she tore into the bedroom and said if I didn’t do her, she’d tell.  So I sorta didn’t have a choice.”

“Bad break,” Mason said.

“Fuck no,” it was fantastic.  She’s gives great head and I love lapping at her fat little hairless pussy while I fuck her sister.  It turned out to be wonderful.  She’s really a little horn dog; almost as horny as you seem to be.  Shit man, you’re in trouble again ain’t you?”

Mason just laughed and said,  “Yea, I guess I am.  What a set-up Tristan… you’re a lucky guy.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”  Tristan asked.

“On and off, but it’s been a dry summer.  My girlfriend moved away in June.  She lived right across the street too.  She was my first… same age, but sweet and generally horny.  Real pretty too.”

Tristan was trying really hard not to get erect again and mostly succeeding.  But he really  wanted to get Mason off just once more.  He thought he’d get him off very quickly and set things up for the next get together he’d planned the next evening.”

Tristan said, “We should talk more about our girlfriends’ tomorrow night.  What say we meet back here at twelve-thirty?  It’s getting late and we’ve got to get back before we’re missed, so let me get you off quick.  I mean you can’t walk back hard as you are.  It would be bad enough if you were caught without a woodie.”

Mason said, “Great offer, but I’ll take a quick swim and I should be okay.”

Glancing at his watch Tristan said, “You know it’s nearly five in the morning?”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” said Mason as he looked at Tristan’s watch.

Tristan said, “Okay, I’m going to do you quick.  That means trying a few things that are new.  If you don’t like them, just tell me and I’ll stop.  Okay… I mean we’ve got to get moving.”

Mason started to lie down and said, “This has been the strangest night of my life, but thanks a lot.  I guess I’ll owe you one.”

Tristan opened and moved between Mason’s legs and without fanfare just sucked Mason’s cock deeply into his mouth and started lapping at his shaft and moving his lips up and down.  As he did that he encircled Mason’s balls and started squeezing them together rubbing each nut against the other.  It seemed that Mason was enjoying himself.

Fairly quickly, Mason got really hard and now it was time to show Mason a new trick.  He stroked Mason’s cock with his hand just enough so he could really get his index finger damp and then went back to sucking him.  His finger found its way to Mason’s butt hole.  As he touched it, Mason jerked a little but then relaxed.  Tristan started massaging it with circular motions and as it relaxed he slowly let his finger slip into the very tight hole.

Mason was surprised at this move, but it didn’t really hurt all that much when Tristan’s finger went inside him.  Mason had tried this before when jerking off, but it was hard to do it and quite awkward.

Soon Tristan’s finger found Mason’s prostate and he curled his finger to land on the shelf above it inside his rectum.  He started massaging the gland as Mason started squirming a whole bunch more than before.

With Tristan’s mouth working his cock aggressively, his hand rubbing his nuts together and another finger buried in his butt hole, Mason reached a fast hard climax quickly.  Even before he realized it, his body was racked by a feeling he’d never felt before.  It was so different and so intense that at that moment he realized that he was starting to cum.  But Tristan still held his nuts tightly together delaying him from ejaculating.  Just before it got really painful; the feelings rose and exploded all over Mason’s body as Tristan finally released his nuts.  In an instant they fully contracted against his body and then a huge rush flooded his body as he once again exploded his cum into Tristan’s mouth.

Mason could hardly breathe and the rushes his body was giving him kept coming in little impulses as he shook involuntarily.  It probably took him four minutes to come back to reality as Tristan watched him lovingly.   This boy is some sex machine and if nothing else got him hooked  - that certainly did.  Yummy… now I’ve got a god to play with.  This is going to be a great week, he though.

Mason opened his eyes and said, “There are no words man.  That was so different and so intense, but we’ve got to get back.  Tomorrow night – twelve thirty – here… right?  I need to understand what you did.”

They both stood up and surprisingly, Mason went to hug Tristan.  As he put his arms around him, Tristan closed as tightly as he could.  He could still feel Mason’s heart thumping away in his chest.  When his cock rubbed up against Mason’s, Tristan was in heaven.  Mason also enjoyed the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

Relaxing the hug and backing away, Mason said, “Thanks Tristan, you’re an amazing kid.  Thanks for a great night – see you tomorrow.”

That said, he slipped on his boxers and left the boat house.

Tristan was in heaven and unknown to Mason was left with a woodie.  The hug triggered Tristan’s cock, and when Mason’s cock touched his, there was no hope.  Tristan made it back to his bunk fully hard, but sleep came soon – as did morning reveille.

The Next Day

While it was really hard for Mason to get out of bed, he did get himself together very fast.  He was famished.  He was already sitting down with a huge breakfast in front of him when he saw Tristan walk in to the mess hall.

Despite his hunger, he looked over Tristan in the daylight.  He confirmed that Tristan was probably the prettiest boy he had ever seen.  That was confusing to him simply because for a moment his cock twitched and started to get firmer.  His eyes went back to look over his plate and averting his eyes from Tristan as he slathered butter, and poured syrup on the pancakes.

His first two bites were followed by drinking about a half-glass of real milk.  His tent mate, Carl just looked at him in amazement.

“Shit man… didn’t you have enough dinner last night?”

Without saying a word, Mason just shoved a mouthful of scrambled eggs and sausage into his mouth and nodded his head indicating that he hadn’t.

Awhile later, he saw that Tristan had collected his breakfast and was walking in his direction.  As Mason had very little time to consider what had happened the previous night, he hoped that he wouldn’t have to face Tristan so early in the day.  But as Tristan got closer to the table that Mason was sitting at, he stopped short and sat close by, at another table.  Just a glance, a nod, and a smile of recognition went between both boys before Tristan sat down.  Mason was glad that Tristan sat with his back to him a table away.  He noticed Tristan’s light red-bronze hair with golden highlights.  Tristan admitted to himself that he certainly was very pretty.  Mason didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing until Carl looked at him.

“Hey Mason… you know that red headed kid?”

“We’ve met before, why?”

“Look man… don’t take this wrong, but I met him too.  Nice kid, but…” he leaned closer to Mason’s ear and continued, “…I wonder if he knows how pretty he is.  Shit man, from the back I’d swear he was a girl.”

“Not weird Carl, I kinda thought the same thing.  But remember that we haven’t seen a real girl in over ten days.  That can get to you.”

“Tell me about it.  You know, I like this camp, but I sure wish it were co-ed.”

Carl finished his breakfast soon after, and Mason walked back to the serving line for a small refill then returned to his spot.  Soon, the mess hall was nearly empty and as Mason stood up, Tristan was about to leave as well.  

Mason started walking toward Tristan and said, “It’s way too early, but good morning Tristan?”

Tristan turned and smiled at him, his green eyes twinkling.  Now Mason knew that Tristan wouldn’t wear lipstick, but his lips were deep red in color, and his skin looked flawless.  He seemed a bit more awake than he was.

“Hi Mason, yea I’m pretty sleepy this morning too.”

Tristan joined Mason as they walked to drop off the food trays and head out of the mess hall.

“What do you have planned for today? Asked Tristan.

“I’m headed to the slalom line.  Yesterday, I did jumps.  I’ll take a couple of runs and plan to take a nap after before lunch.  As to this afternoon, I’m not sure.  You?”

“Yesterday, I tried water polo and got killed.  Those guys are way too aggressive.  I can move fast in the water, but I just avoided getting a knee in the gut about the same time as some kid went for the same ball and he accidentally slammed an elbow into my shoulder.  Today, I think it’s going to be raft surfing.”

As they left the mess hall, Tristan said, “See you later.”

Mason acknowledged him and they went off in different directions, with Mason watching Tristan’s cute butt wiggle on down the path.  Damn, he has such a fine ass, and those long legs hairless of his… shit, I’m getting another woodie.  He turned his attention to his destination and jogged off.

The morning came and went.  The slalom line was short and Mason got more tows than he expected.  He got to ski behind the big inboard with a huge rooster tail wake.  He loved jumping that, so he stuck around a lot longer than he thought he would.

Lunch came and went, but by two in the afternoon, Mason was dragging.  He headed back to his tent and told the counselor that patrolled the tents he was going to take a nap as he wasn’t feeling all that well.  After convincing the counselor all he needed was a little nap and not the nurse, he headed to his rack and was passed out not ten minutes later.

He was late for dinner and ate light for his appetite, then was forced to head to the bonfire on the beach.  But as they singing and games went on, he slipped away and headed back to his rack.  While the Camp confiscated cell phones, Mason had two – a throw away that looked like it worked but didn’t, and another one.  He climbed into his rack with the phone tucked under his balls inside his Speedos with the alarm set to vibrate at midnight.

As he slipped off into sleep, he realized that while he was horny as always, his thoughts turned more towards Tristan than anyone else.  He excused the thought as being practical.  There were no girls to take care of him, it was hard to masturbate in the tents, and Tristan was available and seemed eager please him… and yes, Mason also found that it gave him pleasure to make Tristan happy too.

Early in the Morning

The alarm went off and startled Mason.  He grabbed for it to turn it off and ended up crushing his left nut which was painful.  He quietly got out of his bottom rack and rolled up the blanket and pillow to look like he was asleep, then grabbed a t-shirt, and a towel he’d borrowed and stealthily left the tent.

When he got to the boat house, Tristan wasn’t there, which somehow surprised him.  At least the temperature was about ten degrees cooler today than yesterday he thought.  He even guessed that the stifling humidity had dropped a lot as well.

There was room for three boats in the boathouse.  The camp had one more boathouse down by the main pier that housed four more, plus a small marina that fixed motors, pumped gas, and had a boat launch ramp.  Some minor hull repairs could also be done there. 

Mason sat on his towel and looked out over the still water and thought about the evening before.  Tristan was and wasn’t different from his buddies back home.  In fact, he thought they’d like him too.   What made him different is that he seemed to know more about sex than anyone else his age that he knew.  But beyond that, Tristan was as sexy as any girl he’s ever been with, yet very comfortable to be around.  He was disarming and could explain anything away easily.  He pondered his thoughts randomly and didn’t hear Tristan walk into the boat house.

“Thinking about the girls back home?” Tristan said laughingly.

Mason looked up surprised, and then saw him standing there with his super small red Speedo’s on, his package looked to be at half mast. 

Mason smiled at him and even surprisingly to himself he said, “I swear Tristan, you could give a lot of good competition to the prettiest girls back home.  I’ve never seen a boy as pretty as you are… shit… did I say what I think I just said?”

Even in the dim light anyone close to him would have seen Mason blush very red.

While Tristan flushed slightly all over, he also smiled at Mason and said, “Since I couldn’t control how I looked when I was born, this is the way I came out.  I’ve seen what you said written on the faces other boys and girls, and even a few have mentioned it.  Most girls don’t mind, but I do get a lot of snickers from the jocks.  Don’t feel bad, I take it as a compliment.   Besides, you are no average boy yourself.  You are probably the most handsome, and pretty boy I’ve ever met.  By pretty, I mean in a different way than I am.  Mason, you are now and will grow up to be a stone fox.  Lucky bastard.”

Mason’s throat was dry and he was still embarrassed by what he said, but at least it was true, and it also seemed that Tristan thought he was a hunk too.  Mason knew that, but that was a burden too.  Girls were afraid he’d say no if they got close, and that left him to his hand most of the time.

What the hell, Mason thought.  “Tristan, since my foot is still stuck in my mouth can I ask you if you’re bisexual…  I mean you know a lot more about sex than I seem to, and you’re amazing at it?”

Tristan sat down close to Mason and looked out over the water.  Finally he said, “Bisexual has different meanings, but let me answer the question you asked.  I really like girls a whole bunch.  As friends to talk to, to share experiences with, to have sex with and to make love to.  They’re all a little crazy and I doubt that I’ll really ever understand how their minds work, but I love them nonetheless.  As for boys, I just like them a bit more than girls… not a lot, but yes – the right kind of boys get to me and get me hornier than most girls.  There have been a few exceptions, one in particular.  She was truly beautiful but with the exception of her slit, she looked like a boy too.  She even had a crew cut.  So, yes, I’m bi, and I’ve been at it with boys for a lot longer than girls.  That was more an accessibility thing – getting together with guys is easier and safer.  Sleepovers with girls just never happens, damn it all.”

Mason laughed and then looked at Tristan thoughtfully.  Looking into his eyes he said, “You know last night was really different for me.  I mean today, while I thought about sex often, I wasn’t frustrated by my thoughts and getting off.  Aside from being tired most of the day, I felt relaxed, and I have you to thank for that after last night.”

“Christ Mason, I hope you are horny enough to get something going with me tonight.”

Mason actually laughed quietly and said, “Could it be that you are actually hornier than I am?”

“I think it’s about even for us both.  The difference is I get more action than you do.  The frustration piles up and it gets weird.  I’ve been to that point where all I and think about is sex.  It’s way uncomfortable.”

“You’re probably right.  Hey… one more question if you don’t mind.  Why do you like boys more than girls?”

Well this could certainly end this relationship if I’m not careful, Tristan thought about his answer carefully. 

“Back a little over a year ago, me and a couple of buddies had been messing around with each other, and a couple of girls too.  That’s when I first fucked a girl.  That was an amazing day and that day the scales tipped towards girls.  Holding them, touching them, kissing them and all was such a great experience I couldn’t wait to do it again.  Then one day I went over to my buddy’s house.  He wasn’t home, but his older brother was.  He lied to me and told me that Matt would be back soon and offered me a snack.  As we were munching cookies and milk in the kitchen he asked me if I was going to get it on with Matt when he came back.  I played dumb, and he told me that he’d been watching us up in Matt’s bedroom.  He also told me that he could give head better than his brother and asked if I was horny.  Well not long after, we were up in his bedroom.  After I was stripped and he was just in his briefs he laid me on the bed and started to go down on me.  Back then, I could stay hard for forever, and in about twenty minutes he’d gotten me to dry cum about five times.  I was so relaxed that anything he wanted to do was okay with me.  He dropped his briefs and asked me to suck him off.  He was fourteen, pretty hairy, but he had a nice but not huge cock.  I got him off by jerking and sucking him, and then he sucked me some more.  It was then he said he was going to show me something that felt even better.  So as he went down on me he greased up my butt hole and slipped a finger inside.  It felt really strange at first, but then I started liking it.  By the time I started to cum he had three fingers in my bottom.  Then without warning, he put me center of the bed, greased up his cock and before I could say anything, he slipped his cock inside me.  Mason, I swear, it took my breath away.  It hardly hurt at all, but then it started feeling really good.  I was on my back and he was jacking me as he fucked me.  I think we both got off at the same time, and my orgasm was like ten times better than any other I’d ever had.  I loved it when he shot his wad up my ass.  That felt so great I just can’t describe it.  I didn’t want him to take his cock out of me, but he was finished for awhile.   After that, I’d sometimes stop by when Matt wasn’t around and have sex with his brother.  Then one day when I went over there, he had this girl… about thirteen I guess.  She was tall and trim, and not really all that developed, but really cute with perky titties and little hard nipples.  It ended up that after playing around some, as I fucked her, Jerry fucked me.  That was the mother of all orgasms for me.  So boys have a cock, and girls have tits and pussy.  I like pussy cause it’s a different cum.  Girls don’t have a cock and can’t fuck me, and I really like that a lot.  So there’s the truth of it.”

By the time Tristan finished his story, Mason’s cock was slipping out of his Speedo’s he was so hard.  That, thought Tristan, was certainly an encouraging sign.

“Sounds hot… and kinky too.  Wow, I’m sort of at a loss for words here.  All your talking got me way horny too.  So, where do we go from here Tristan?”

“Could I talk you into fucking me?” He said almost pleadingly.

Mason was blushing all over his body but he said, “Never thought I’d say this to a guy, but do you know you have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen?”

Tristan’s face lit up and he smiled from ear-to-ear.  “God I love honesty…thanks for a great compliment… yours is damn sexy too you know.”

Then, surprising to Mason, Tristan scooted over and embraced him.  As Mason’s arms wrapped around his back, Tristan said, “You are the sexiest boy I’ve ever met, and damn I have the hots for you big time.”

Mason liked the feel of Tristan’s chest against his and he stroked Tristan’s back, moving his hands lower down his long back, as Tristan reciprocated.   Still holding on to each other they laid back on the towels and helped each other remove their Speedo’s.  Lying back down, Mason surprised Tristan by covering half his body with his own.  He looked down to the smiling face looking back at him and said, “Your hair and eyes are very beautiful, and god damn, I can’t tell you how weird this is for me.  So if you want me to fuck you, I will.  But some good lube would really help, and trust me, I’m not going to wet your ass hole with my tongue so I hope you have a plan.”

Tristan giggled as he pulled Mason down to hug him.  In his ear he said, “I’m an optimist… I brought some lube with me tonight.  Let me get it.”

Mason sat up across Tristan’s legs as he pulled out a small bottle.  As Tristan started to open the cap he said, “Lube is important.   This stuff is the best ever.  It lasts a long time, and it doesn’t burn.  Don’t ever use Vaseline.  Some people can, but for many bottoms it can burn inside really badly.  The name on the bottle was Liquid Silk.”

Tristan poured some lube on Mason’s cock and started to jack him a little.  At the same time he put some on his fingers and spread it on and inside his butt hole.  He repeated that again. 

Mason was loving the feeling of Tristan’s hand on his cock with the slippery lube.  The lube felt so great.  He had to get some of this stuff when he got home.

Mason asked, “So how do you want me to do it?”

“Missionary for the first time will work fine.  Just get inside my legs.”

When they were ready, Tristan said, “Just remember that an ass hole is different than a pussy.  Put the head in real slow else it will hurt.  After the head of your cock is inside me – wait a few seconds and then push in another inch or so.  A few short strokes and my hole will relax pretty quickly.  I’m all clean inside so don’t worry about that.  I brought a condom if you want to use it.”

Mason said, “Maybe next time unless you really want me to.  I’m all lubed up anyway.”

“Okay, scoot in closer and ease in.  I’ll tell you what to do until we get going, then just do your thing.  Feel free to do whatever you want do to me.  God am I hot.”

Mason smiled and as he held his cock he moved closer to Tristan’s bottom.  Tristan had rolled up a towel and put it under his butt but he pulled his long legs back and spread them. 

Mason put the tip of his cock against the pinkness of his pucker and pushed easily.  He went real slowly and watched as the head of his cock disappeared into Tristan’s ass.  He kept checking Tristan’s face and then switched to look at his cock.  The pushing got harder as Mason’s cock went in deeper.  Then as the head of his cock had almost disappeared, Mason watched Tristan’s butt hole close around his cock head. 

Tristan exhaled and said, “That’s the hard part.  Just let me rest a second or two and then push in some more.  Damn your cock is feeling so great.”

Tristan asked Mason to lean over him and scoot up a little.  As Mason started to continue inside Tristan, Tristan curled his long legs around Mason’s back and pulled him closer. 

Tristan said, “Now start stroking your cock inside of me.  In a short time, you can just start pounding me.”

Tristan was shaking with anticipation, as was Mason.  He loved the feel of Mason’s cock moving in and out of his colon.  For Mason, it was thrilling.  The heat inside that tight tube felt better than anything that had ever touched his cock.  He could feel Tristan clench in on his cock and that too was so stimulating.  Soon, Mason’s cock had fully penetrated Tristan.

“Fuck me Mason,” said Tristan as his arms pulled his chest to his.

Mason couldn’t help but run his fingers through Tristan’s hair as Tristan stroked Mason’s back and as much of Mason’s firm bottom as he could reach.  Both boys started breathing deeply.  Tristan reached under Mason’s stomach and started to stroke himself.  Mason knew what he was doing, but really wanted to see him pounding Tristan’s bottom.  So after a short time, Mason released from Tristan’s embrace and sat up on his legs, then took Tristan’s cock in his hand and started jacking him with one hand. He used the other to stroke Tristan’s chest, and then started pinching his nipples.

Watching Tristan’s face told the story.  He was off in another world, and so was Mason.  His cock was slamming into Tristan’s as his balls slapped into Tristan’s ass cheeks.  It hurt so wonderfully when that happened.  A light sheen of sweat broke out on both boys’ bodies.  Tristan’s eyes were closed, and Mason knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.  He had been resisting doing something that he now felt compelled to do.  He stopped jacking Tristan’s cock and holding himself off Tristan a little, he traced Tristan’s medium thick lips with his finger.  Tristan opened his eyes and looked back into Mason’s.  Soon, Tristan’s arms pulled him closer and their mouths opened.  Lips touched lips experimentally.  Tristan’s tongue glided across Mason’s upper lip, and then they closed on each other.  Soon, they’re mouths were pressed together kissing and sucking at each others tongues.  Mason was close, and Tristan was clamping on Mason’s cock frequently.  A quick couple of kisses and Mason breathed in a huge gulp of air.  His cock went rock hard and he could feel his semen rising in his cock.   Mason slammed his cock inside Tristan buried to the hilt and let go one huge explosion.  Nerves fired all over both of their bodies and Tristan’s legs clamped Mason tightly to him as Mason fired off again and again.  Both boys knew that they were making too much noise and tried to quiet down.  Soon, Mason had shot his load and his cock came to rest deep within Tristan.

After catching their breath, Mason and Tristan started kissing deeply again. Then they just hugged close to each other as Mason rolled Tristan over on his side.  They were still joined and they were both as satisfied as they had been in weeks.

Mason couldn’t help himself, and he started really enjoying feeling Tristan’s bottom. It was so firm and muscular – touching each cheek almost got him hard again. 

“That was great fun,” said Mason still panting.   “I could easily do that again tonight.”

“You were even more fun. Your cock is perfect.  My prostrate is in love with it you know.  I love your rhythm.  It pretty much mimics mine,” said Tristan.

Since Mason didn’t mention the kissing, Tristan left that alone too.

“We need to swim some of the goo off,” said Mason.  “What do you say?”

Tristan pulled away from Mason and pushed his fingers inside himself as he walked out into the water.   Soon, they were both in the water below the end of the pier.  Tristan came to Mason and hugged him as they held on to the pier.  Tristan looked into Mason’s eyes and said, “Can I kiss you once more as a thank you for such a great cum?”

Mason smiled and shook his head from side to side a little and said, “Sure.  Besides you are a fantastic kisser.  That you’re a boy is really fucked up, but I really liked it.  But never in public… understood?”

Tristan saw and heard the warning, not that he needed it.  

As they kissed and hugged each other close, both boys started getting erect in the warm water.

As they finished kissing, their cocks were sliding against each others and Tristan giggled.  “We’re quite a pair aren’t we?”

Mason was thinking about fucking Tristan doggie style at that moment and blurted out, “Have you ever done it doggie style?”

Tristan smiled and said, “You must have really liked that… and yes, I like that too.  You know doing it that way you can go inside deeper me.  Sure, anytime you want.” 

Tristan knew that his bottom was amazing and back inside the boat house when Mason started feeling him up, he knew that Mason really was stimulated by it too.  He didn’t say anything about fucking Mason.  He had a feeling that would come real soon. 

They made their way quietly to the boat house and by then they were both flaccid.  Mason said, “Hate to fuck and run,” he said laughingly, “but I need more sleep than I got last night.  If that’s okay with you, I’m going to hit the rack.”

“Me too,” said Tristan.  Tomorrow night then?

“Looking forward to it,” said Mason. 

They got their Speedo’s back on but before they left, Tristan boldly came to Mason and hugged him close.  Soon they were kissing again as Mason fondled his bottom.

Tristan whispered, “I really think your ass is sexy too.  I hope before we head home I can play with it too.”

Smiling at him, Mason said, “Who knows maybe tomorrow night.  See ya.”

As he slipped into his rack, he heard Carl above him whisper, “Have fun?”

Mason lied, “Went to the head, and yes it felt great.”

Carl sarcastically said, “Yea right!”

Shit, thought Mason as he fell asleep.

Two Nights left at Camp

With the extra naps the day before and getting back to his rack a lot earlier than the night before, Mason awoke feeling great.

Time for a shower, Mason thought.  So he got his kit and headed off.  When he got to the showers there wasn’t a shower head available so he waited.  He ended up in a conversation with one of the kids that had finished his shower that lasted longer than he thought it would. 

The other kid left and the showers were nearly empty, so Mason dropped his shorts and T-shirt: Picked up his kit and headed into the group shower stalls.  Just after he had gotten himself wet and he was shampooing his hair he heard, “Morning Mason… you look all bright and cheery this morning.”

Crap, thought Mason.  It was his bunk mate Carl.  Actually Carl was a nice kid for being nearly eleven years old.  Carl was moving out of that boys are truly serial killers and sociopaths until age eleven stage and was getting human.  He was a bright kid.  Shorter than Mason by four inches he had a tight compact but hefty body.  Stocky is probably the right word, but it was all muscle. Carl had fair skin and his hair was almost black. Carl had wide set brown eyes and a really pleasant smile with medium think lips.  He was a good looking kid and Mason assumed he’d grow up to be either a line backer, or become a deadly spook of some kind.  Carl took no shit from anyone, but if you were nice to him, he was all smiles and pleasant.

Mason with shampoo still in his eyes said, “Morning Carl, getting some of the blood off?”

Carl laughed.

He had gotten into a fight the day before after some kid cut in line in front of him for the second day straight.  Yesterday, Carl had warned him not to do that again.  Today, the same boy cut in front of him again.  Since he was smart, he let him cut… until later when they were headed back to change for dinner.  With just him and the other kid close by, Carl took a run at the kid who was a lot taller than Carl from behind and rammed him down a path into some bushes and started hammering on him after the kid hit the dirt. The other kid went totally defensive and Carl, after grabbing the kids t-shirt and lifting his head off the dirt, got in his face and said, “I tried to warn you… you didn’t listen, so get this – If you ever cut in front of me again, I’ll hurt you really bad…. Get it?”

The kid shook his terrified head in agreement.  As Carl got up to leave him lying there, he grabbed the kids balls and squeezed them pretty hard.  As the other kid screamed, Carl let go and disappeared down the path.

Carl laughed then looked at Mason, and said, “The kid was a wimp.  He’ll never fuck with me again.”

Mason’s eyes had finally come to focus and he was soaping his body up.  He looked across to the other shower stall where Carl was and saw him smiling at Mason.  He thought about, but then decided to not ask him why the smile.

Moments later Carl said, “So where are you scampering off to so late at night?”

“Just went for a swim to cool off.  It’s been hard to sleep in the tents because they don’t cool down that much.”

Then Carl hit him with a real surprise, “And I suppose the redhead is swimming too… because his tents so hot… right!”

Knowing not to lie to this kid, Mason looked at Carl and said, “It’s not nice to go spying on others Carl.  I thought you would have a little respect.”

Boldly, Carl said, “I do have respect, but I got curious.  I ain’t said anything to anyone about it, but I did watch last night.  Never figured you for being gay Mason.  Man, you sure pounded his cute ass silly – god man, be careful, you two were real noisy last night.”

Where is this conversation going, thought Mason.

“So why are you telling me all of this?  And just FYI, this week is the first week I’ve ever done it with a guy.  I’m really partial to girls.”

Carl said, “Me too, but this place is like a prison… all testosterone and no estrogen in sight.  It’s a real bummer.  Shit man, I know how horny you always seem to be, and thank god I’m not in as much hurt as you are and hope never to be, but I still got needs too.  Trouble is, for me it’s hard slipping out of the tent at night.  I’m short and it’s hard to get out of that top rack quietly without getting caught.  You know that happened twice since we got here.  Will you switch with me?  Besides the screens are up high and I get a breeze up there that you don’t in the lower rack.  Since we’re in the back corner, it’s a lot cooler.”

Inside Mason laughed.  This kid was more perceptive and smarter than he had imagined.

“And why do you want to slip out at night, Carl?”

Carl’s little pecker had started to get hard and Mason thought it was cute in a weird sort of way.  Poor kids balls hadn’t dropped quite yet, but his cock wasn’t a little kids any longer either.

Carl blushed but said, “Well, I have a friend too, and shit man… you know?”

“Oh so you’re the gay one… did I get that right Carl?” Mason said chuckling without being mean.

Putting his hand on his hips and looking at Mason squarely he said, “Maybe we’re no different.  I just need to get off too, and another hand or mouth or ass hole is always a lot better than getting caught pounding it in the rack.”

“Who is it Carl?” Asked Mason.  “Tell me the truth and I’ll switch bunks with you, lie to me and I won’t.”

“Bastard.  Shit Mason… okay its Michael from Cabin 4.”

Mason was surprised.  If he had the name right it was the thirteen year-old blond kid.  He was a handsome boy too.  Ever since Mason met Tristan, he’d eyed him once or twice.

“You mean the blond… the older kid?”

“Yea... that’s him.”

“So how’d you two get this all started?”

“Long story.  If you insist I’ll tell you later… just not here.”

“Okay,” Mason said, “but like you – you nosy little fuck – I want to know.  Oh and promise not to get your jollies watching me and Tristan ever again.  Fair enough?”

“Agreed,” he said with his head hanging down.

“One more question.  Where do you guys go?”

“Well we started in the boat house where you meet Tristan.  After the other night when you took over that spot, we headed to the other one.  There is a pontoon boat there, and the cushions are actually nicer to lie on.  So thanks for making us move.”

“So did you both watch us the first night?”

“Pretty much until you both headed into the boat house.  The last thing I saw was Tristan lying down and starting to stroke himself.  You know he was in the boat house when you walked out on to the pier.  The lad was stalking you Mason.  Looks like he got what he wanted.”

Mason smiled and shook his head.  This was quite a revelation, and funnier yet was that Carl’s cock was sticking out straight and hard.

“You got quite a woodie there buddy, better fix it before you head off for breakfast.”

Carl snickered as he pointed towards Mason.  “Take your own advice.”

Mason looked to find himself in the same state. Then he blushed.

“Nice cock you have there Mason – are you always horny?”

Mason turned around and as he was washing the soap off his body he said, “Yes I am, and it’s a real problem.”

In a serious reply Carl said, “Don’t I know it.”

They finished up and headed back to the tent, switched there bedding as nobody else was around and then headed off to breakfast.

Tristan was walking out as Mason walked in.  They chatted for a short time, and then Mason headed to the food line.  As he filled his tray, he noticed that Michael was a couple of kids in front of him.  He looked him over and thought, Why is he so interested in Carl?  Mason didn’t get it, but he’d find out later.

By the time Mason was ready to sit down and eat, the mess hall was nearly empty.  He and Carl had just made it in time as the kitchen staff were starting to tear down the food line.

Mason looked around and saw Michael sitting across the table from Carl.  It was payback time, so Mason walked up and sat right next to Carl so he could take a close look at Michael across the table.  As soon as he sat down, there conversation stopped and Michael blushed some.  Looking over at Carl; Mason could tell he was miffed at him.

“Hey guys don’t let me spoil your conversation.  Have you figured out who’s going to be the top tonight?”

Michael looked at Carl very surprised, his blue eyes were wide open and said, “He knows?”

“I had to tell otherwise he wouldn’t switch bunks with me.”  Then he turned to Mason and said, ‘You know man… this isn’t cool at all.”

“Look Carl… this morning you really got me good.  Consider this payback.  Besides, I truly don’t give a shit if you guys are doing each other, and I’m not telling anyone either… just like you told me you wouldn’t say anything about Tristan and I.  We’re all horny and I’ll bet there is a lot more action going on around here than any of us know about.”

Then Mason looked at Michael and said, “Michael… nice to finally meet you… really.”

Carl looked at Mason and said, “Okay… is the payback over?”

“Even,” said Mason.

Michael even smiled, then said, “Nice to meet you too.  You’re a great skier Mason.”

“Thanks… I really like being out on the water.”

Michael said, “What I’d like to see is one day where everybody was on the water naked.  That would be a hell of a sight.”

Carl laughed and looked at Mason and said, “He’s hornier than you are Mason.  Besides if that happened there would be so many hard dicks walking around nobody could function.”

“Exactly,” said Michael.  “It would turn in to a huge orgy.  The energy would drift across the water to the girls’ camp across the lake, and…”

Carl quietly said, “Shut the fuck up Mike.  Christ… I’m getting hard already just thinking about it and two more sentences out of you and Mason’s going to blow a load in his shorts.”

Mason was getting hard, but thankfully he was sitting down.  He was glad he’d put as much food on his tray as he had.  He was very hungry again.

The conversation got civil and they talked together longer than they thought they would.  Michael was quite a dreamer.  In many ways he was a lot like Tristan.  He was kind of girly pretty.  Mason wanted to see him naked.  He bet he was really pretty and handsome too.  His light baby-blue eyes and blond eye brows and long lashes were beautiful.  He just didn’t get the attraction between him and Carl.

When Carl and Mason got back to the tent, everyone was going off to do their daily activities. 

“What are you planning today Carl,” asked Mason.

“Don’t know really.  It’s kind of quiet right now… I sort of like this for the moment.”

“Mind if I ask you how you hooked up with Michael?”

“No… it’s kind of funny actually.  It happened on Tuesday of last week.  I was walking to get in line for raft surfing and up ahead of me a couple of older guys were picking on Michael.  You know calling him a sissy and all.  As I got closer, one of them smacked Michael in the back really hard.  Michael tried to run ahead but the other guy caught him and held him as the first kid came up to him and hit him pretty hard in the stomach.  I could tell that Michael wasn’t a fighter, and the two on one pissed me off.  By that time I’d caught up with them and as I walked casually by the guy that was holding him. I doubled up my fist and hit him really hard in the balls.  He dropped to the ground really fast.  When the other one swung an air punch at me, I closed on him and did the same thing.  With both of them down, I decided to smack the kid who’d been hitting Michael a couple of times in the face.  After he cowered I got off him as the other kid was getting up,  I cold cocked him again and told him to stay down.  Then I told them to leave my buddy alone and Michael and I walked off.  Poor kid was shaking but said thanks.  He really seemed appreciative that I’d helped him.  As he calmed down he asked what he could do to repay me. 

I thought well that’s bullshit – he didn’t owe me anything, but being me I said, “Hey man, a blow job would be terrific.”

He smiled at me and said, “Just tell me where and when… I’d love to.”

I guess I got all flustered and told him I was just kidding.  But he said he was serious.  The next night we met by the boathouse.  That’s how it all started.  Kinda kinky huh?”

“So,” Mason said, “You’re his hero.  What is he, four inches taller and nearly two years older than you are?”

“Yea, something like that.  But he’s really nice.  While I’ve never had one I’m always thinking about some big tittied gal who wants to fuck me.  It’s going to be some time before that’ll happen, so what the hell.  I mean… shit Mason, a lot of guys are doing each other, and I ain’t going to be left out of that party until I find some willing girl.  My hand is no substitute for a good wet mouth or a cock in my ass.  Damn, I never thought I’d do that, but it’s really nice.  You ever tried that?”

“Not yet… but I’m thinking about it.”

“Trust me, it feels fantastic.  You cum differently, but it’s sweet.  Michael says next year he can’t wait for me to do him with a bigger cock.  I mean he’s let me do him too, but three and a half inches is just too fucking short and I’m always falling out of him.  The great part is that he’ll suck me for a long time and won’t stop until I’ve cum at least four times.  The first time he held on until I had six.  Even cooler is that he not only sucks my dick, he gets my balls in his mouth at the same time.  Now that’s a buddy.”

Mason laughed and said, “I would never in a million years ever figure you for such a little horn dog… and especially taking it up the butt.  I’m glad you’re having fun Carl.  Michael seems like a good kid. 

“Except for being a total perv, he’s as honest as they come.  I really like him.  It’s kind of yucky, but Michael likes to kiss me.  I let him, but I’d rather he didn’t.”

“Next time that happens, just think of the big tittied gal doing it instead of him.  Fantasize it!  It’ll feel a lot better that way.”

“Does he like girls?” Mason asked.

“Oh he talks about them sometimes, but I think he’s really gay.  Who knows maybe when he meets a nice gal and gets it on with her he’ll switch, but he needs a good butt fucking to keep him happy.  Hey… wait a minute.  Could I talk you into doing him?  He’d love it, and I owe him.”

Mason shook his head and said, “There are only two nights left, and I’m really happy with Tristan.  One boy is enough for me, and I really enjoy him.  But I’ll tell you what.  Tristan is a sex machine and he likes boys more than girls.  I’ll see if he’d be willing.  Okay?”

Carl’s face lit up and said, “Amazing… he’s talked about Tristan often.  I think he might have the hots for him too.  Come to think about it, they seem sort of similar.  Damn Mason, thanks a lot.  I ain’t saying anything to Michael until I hear from you, I promise.

The Surprise at Dinner

Carl and I went off and took a swim for a couple of hours and then got ready for dinner.  After we were almost done eating, the microphone on the small stage momentarily screeched some ear piercing feedback and then the head counselor began to speak.

He yelled into the microphone, “EVERYONE HAVING A GREAT TIME?”

A rather enthusiastic elevated, “YES!” emanated from the assembled diners.

“Well that makes the entire counselor staff very happy.  We all hope to see… most of you… back again next year.” He said that sarcastically, but there was meaning behind it.  Four campers had already been sent home for bad behavior.

“OKAY… next question… How would you all like to see camp Kiowa be CO-ED NEXT YEAR?”

There was a slight pause, followed by an equal screaming of “BOOs,” and “YEAs.”

The speaker  continued.  “Well - for all the BOOING Boys – don’t worry.  Camp Kiowa will always be a boy’s only camp.”

A loud cheer went up from those boys.

“But for the fellows that would like to have some girls around here – you’re in luck.  We’ve arranged a social event with the staff at Camp Hiawatha on the other end of the lake.  Before I get to that surprise I want to remind you of the list of items you were supposed to bring to camp this year.  The last item was to bring a nice pair of slacks, a button up shirt, and clean shoes.  Did your mom’s pack those for you?”

A slightly elevated rumble of different responses were heard, but it seemed that most everybody remembered the item.   

“Well tomorrow night, you’ll get to look really good for the FIRST ANNUAL CAMP KIOWA-HIAWATHA SOCK HOP DANCE – to be held right here in this very room.”

A surprisingly loud cheer rose from mostly the older boys in the room, with even some of the younger ones seemingly happy at the arrangement. 

“GOOD… I’M GLAD THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.  But here is a caution.  If you are anything but gentlemen to these nice girls, you will be harshly dealt with.  Boys… don’t act like the idiots I know that you can be.  The girls are looking for a nice evening, and I plan on making sure that they have one.  BE GENTLEMEN.  We’ve even hired a disk -jockey.  Not that I like what he will play, but you guys should enjoy it.  We did mix in some oldies for the counselor’s though… heck guys we miss our girls too.”

“Tomorrow at 16:30 hours, the evening meal will be set up camp style outside the mess hall as this room will be set-up for the dance.  Don’t wear…” and the droning went on for the next ten minutes.

Carl was sitting next to Mason and nudged him.  When he looked back at him he scrunched his face up to do his best imitation of a dirty ol man and in the lowest voice he could conger said, “Pussy... pussy, pussy, pussy!”

Mason couldn’t help it, the kid cracked him up and he laughed really hard. 

Finally the last thing to be said by the staff that night was to all be at the campfire at the beach at the top of the next hour.

As everyone headed out of the mess hall, Carl said, “There’s Tristan and Michael.  Let’s get them and tell them to meet us at the bon fire.  That could be fun.”

Mason agreed and he and I headed off to get them both.

Mason caught up with Tristan and as they walked, Mason said, “Tristan… somebody has been watching us at the boathouse.”

Tristan got sort of a pasty gray and with a far-away look in his eyes said, “Are we busted?”

“No… it’s different than that and who knows it might turn out to be something good.  Let’s head somewhere private.”

Tristan seemed relieved for the moment and they walked down to the long end of the beach and sat down in the sand.

“Do you know the blond kid named Michael?  Not sure what tent he’s in.”

“You mean the cute one with the really light baby blue eyes?”

“That’s him.  Ever talk to him?”

“I tried to but there was this stocky kid that always butted in… I think he’s in your tent.  You were sitting with him today at dinner.”

“That’s Carl,” said Mason. 

“What is this all about Mason?”

Mason related the story and Tristan was certainly intrigued, and noticeably relieved.  When Mason mentioned that Michael was interested in him he positively glowed.

Tristan said, “He’s such a babe… but hey… are you okay with this?”

Mason shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay with what?”

Tristan hung his head down and said, “You know… me doing it with another guy?”

Mason laughed a little and put his arm around Tristan then said, “I’m not the jealous type… not even with girls.  There may come a day, but it ain’t today.  We’ve had a great week and you’ve taught me more than I could have learned in years.  Shit man, you’re the best.  Have at him.”

Tristan looked around the beach and then looked into Mason’s eyes.  He couldn’t resist and hugged Mason to him then kissed him sweetly.  Mason was surprised but fell right into the kiss.  Tristan was such the romantic, and Mason was touched by his sweetness and deep down, he liked kissing Tristan too.

“You’re the sexiest and nicest boy I’ve ever met Mason.  If you weren’t so girl crazy, I could fall for you easily.”

“Buddy,” Mason said, “We’re… no… I’m too young for anything serious.  I’m just trying to get this all figured out.  And you complicated my life because now I’ll be thinking about both sexes from now on.  But thanks anyway, that was a nice complement.  They want to meet up with us at the bonfire.”

Mason didn’t tell Tristan that Carl had watched Tristan that night when he and Michael were trying to use the smaller boathouse. 

An hour later at the bonfire, Mason and Tristan looked around but couldn’t find Carl or Michael.  Not long after, Michael stumbled into them both looking like he had been crying.

Mason said, “Michael… what’s the matter, you look really awful.”

“Carl got pounded by the two guys that messed with me the day we met.  He’s in the nurses’ tent and they’re patching him up, along with the other two.  Carl got them really good, but he took a lot too.  His eye is kind of a mess, but he say’s he’ll be fine.  God you should have seen it.  They came at both of us and Carl yelled at me to go get a counselor fast.  They were in the bushes when one of them grabbed him and the other one started pounding on him.  I guess I was lucky, I found the head counselor really fast and we ran back.  By the time we got there, the kid that was holding Carl was down and Carl and the other kid were going at each other.  Mr. Simons pulled them apart.  I helped Carl back to the nurses’ station and Mr. Simons brought the other two along.  While they were getting patched up, Mr. Simons and two other counselors had me tell what happened, so I told them everything.  While they’re not happy with what Carl did that first day, the other two are in big trouble… “  Michael started to sob a little and Tristan put his arm around him to comfort him.

Mason said, “Hey… can we go see Carl?”

“I’m not sure… Carl just told me to go tell you guys what happened.”

“Well let’s try to see him at least… come on, let’s go.  Let me do the talking when we get there.”

As they walked through the door to the Nurses’ tent, all seemed quiet inside.  Mason walked up to the nurse and said, “I heard Carl is hurt.  I’m his bunkmate and would really like to see him for a few minutes if it’s okay.”

Nurse Jackson looked at Mason and said, “And the other one aside from Michael?”

“He’s a close friend too.  The four of us have been together pretty much all the time we’ve been here – we’re all really concerned.  Just a few minutes please?”

“Well,” said nurse Jackson, “Carl is one rugged little guy.  He’s in better shape than any kid I’ve ever met that did what he did tonight.  Mostly it’s his eye that’s bad.  It’ll look really bad for a couple of weeks, but it will be fine.  Three of his ribs are bruised from punches the other kids threw, but aside from being black and blue, that’ll heal too.”

Mason put on a look of concern on his face so compelling that nurse Jackson wilted when he said, “What room is Carl in?”

“Room 4, just down there.  Five minutes boys… that’s all, and I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Thanks nurse Johnson, we really appreciate it.”

With that they all started walking to the room.  When they entered, Carl tried to set up and said, “Hey guy’s come to get me out of jail?”  Then he moaned really deeply as he realized that trying to sit up was not a good option.

Michael went over and by his shoulders pushed him back on the bed.  Then surprisingly, he kissed Carl on the forehead. 

Carl blushed, and said, “I’m fine.  Yea it hurts some if I move the wrong way, but I’ll be okay.  How bad did I trash those fuckers… they wouldn’t tell me?”

Michael said, “Mr. Simons took one of them to the hospital so they could set his broken arm, and the other one has a broken nose, black eye and a lot of tape around his arm and chest.  At least that’s what I saw just before I went looking for Mason and Tristan.”

Michael stepped aside and Mason said, “You’re an amazing kid there Carl.  You look like shit buddy… sorry all this had to happen tonight.”

“No shit… super bad timing for me at least.  Hi Tristan… gee you’re even prettier up close… “

Tristan blushed, but said, “It’s a great thing you did for Michael… I mean helping him out when you didn’t even know him.”

“Life is shit and all I’m trying to do is balance it out so it don’t get any shittier.  You got to have principals.”  He said it like a statesman running for high office.  It was so convincing and so freaky coming from a young boy it was really hard for everyone not to laugh.

Mason smiled at him and said, “Let me know when you’re running for president… I’ll vote for you Carl.”

Carl took it seriously and said, “Hey… never thought about public office before.  I was thinking CIA black ops… that would be so cool.”

That did make everyone laugh.  Finally Mason said that they had to go – there five minutes was just about up.

Cal looked serious at them all and said, “Get really close to me.”

They all huddled down close to him and he said, “Look, I’d love to do what we’d planned, but I can’t… it’s hard to move right now.  So do me a favor.  Make it a three some, and have just as much fun as you can.  If you don’t, what happened tonight won’t have any meaning.  Okay guys?”

Michael said, “But….”

Carl interrupted him, pulled Michael close, and lightly kissed him on the lips, then said, “Just fantasize that I’m fucking you, not Mason or Tristan but for gods sakes… in all seriousness, get yourself fucked really good tonight.  You really want it, and there ain’t any more sexy boys around her then them.  Have fun… all three of you.  Got it!”

Tristan smiled and Mason was thinking tonight he would too.  A tear ran down Michael’s cheek and dropped onto Carl’s shirt.  And although Carl’s eyes started to fill, he didn’t shed a tear as he told them to go have fun.  He also made them promise.

Just as they stood back up, the nurse came in and said, “Time for Carl to get some rest.”

She handed him a small container with a couple of pills in them and said, “This will help you sleep without pain.”  She poured a small glass of water and watched him as he took the meds.

“See you tomorrow,” said Michael.

Mason said, “We’ll all stop by after breakfast.  We’ll miss you at the bonfire Carl.”

They thanked the nurse and headed out of the infirmary.

Outside it was quiet as most all of the boys were at the bonfire by now.  Mason said, “Let’s take a walk down by the big boat house and see who’s around.”

As they walked on the quiet beach towards the boathouse Tristan looked at Mason and said, “Wow… you seem to really be in the mood for a big night.”

Mason said, “I am.  And since Carl was so insistent,  I’m certainly not going to disappoint him.”

Michael looked confused.  Tristan looked at him and said, “Mason’s cherry, and I think he’s going to loose that tonight.”

Michael smiled and said, “Wow… that’s amazing.  Well I think there are two eager guys here to help that happen.  You are so handsome Mason, and god Tristan… you’re about as beautiful a boy as I’ve ever seen. 

Tristan put his arm around Michael’s waist and pulled him close to him.  They looked at each other and Tristan said, “Fuck it… come here Michael.”

Michael did as all three boys stopped.  Tristan’s face closed on Michael’s and soon they were embracing and kissing each other deeply.

Mason smiled at them both, and then Michael said, “Oh Tristan… I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.  It was so worth waiting for.

Tristan said, “So have I… let’s get moving.

Still arm and arm around Tristan, Michael said, “You know I really love Carl.  He’s not my type at all, but I’m strangely attracted to him, and he fucks like a bunny.   The boys got the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked and he loves it.  He also gives great head too.  But mostly, the little guy loves to cuddle.  He’s such a contrast, all hard on the outside and inside he has a heart of gold.”  

When they got there the boat house and all around it was quiet with nobody anywhere nearby.

“Anybody know what time it is?”  Asked Michael.

Mason looked up to the sky filled with stars, checked it out for a minute and said, “A good guess is that it’s around nine… why?”

“And you got that by looking up?” said Tristan.

“Yea… based on the star positions from last night and now – nine… give or take fifteen minutes is about right.”

“You like astronomy?” Asked Michael.

“Always have… I have a great telescope at home.  But anyway, it looks okay if someone plays lookout.  I certainly don’t want to get caught on the last day of camp.”

“This way,” said Michael as he ran out on to the long pier.

Tristan and Mason followed.  When Michael got to the end of the pier he quickly took his t-shirt and shorts off, then turned around and said, “Let’s go for a quick swim.”

“But… hey Michael… do we really…” Michael just dove in before the sentence finished. 

So Tristan and Mason looked at each other and Mason said, “Fuck it… it sounds good,” and they followed him into the water.

They all swam around a little and then Michael and Tristan got closer to each other.  Mason went to join them, and soon, they were all exploring each others equipment.

“Looks like it’s going to be a great night.  I just wish Carl were here… poor kid.”

Tristan said to Michael, “I really want to see your junk.  It feels amazing.”

Tristan started floating on his back and his package popped out of the water.  As the moonlight shown down on Michael, Tristan noticed that Michael was built like he was only a bit thicker, the only difference was that he was cut.  Mason and Tristan stood on each side of Michael.  As Mason held Michael up by his bottom, Tristan started stroking Michael, and it wasn’t long before he was really hard. 

“Keep holding him up in the water for a minute,” he said to Mason.

Tristan got close and just lowered his mouth over Michael’s cock.  Michael’s head went back into the water and he got a mouthful of water, but recovered quickly.  As Tristan was sucking him, Mason started massaging Michael’s nuts.

Tristan was really getting into it when Michael said, “Damn… I don’t want to stop this ever… but it’s too hard to stay afloat with all this going on, let’s get to the pontoon boat.  Damn Tristan you are so hot.”

Tristan was reluctant to stop but he finally did and they all got back up on the pier collected there clothes and headed to the boat house.  All of them were very hard by now.

As they got to the dim light of the boathouse they all stopped before going aboard the pontoon boat and everybody checked out everybody else.  Soon each boys hand was wrapped around someone else’s cock, and fondling someone else’s bottom. 

“Too risky to do this in the open, let’s get on the boat,” said Mason.

They lucked out that night.  Whoever secured the pontoon boat forgot to clean it up and towels were hanging and drying next to each other on both sides of the front railing of the boat. 

They headed up front and got down on the white cushions and Tristan and Michael ended up kissing each other like they were old lovers.  Michael, on his back with Tristan covering half of his torso was kissing him and stroking Michael’s cock with his hand as Michael grabbed Tristan’s ass.  Mason thought it was at the same time funny and highly erotic.  It looked so wrong to him, but he also knew how good he felt when that happened to him.  Mason’s view of same sex encounters had changed radically from the beginning of the week.  Like Tristan told him when they first met… it was all about sex.  Well… Mason knew it was that, but it was also about a lot more too.  That’s what Mason had started to come to grips with.  There was much more than sex and lust to deal with in any kind of relationship.  There was trust, and a flood of emotions that Mason never thought he would experience at the touch of another boy.  And, just like with girls, there was an emotional bond between lovers.  That was the hardest to reconcile.  Both of the boys in front of him were very sexy.  Michael was as pretty in his own way as Tristan was.  He really wanted to taste Michael’s cock and was slightly envious that Tristan got there first.  He also realized that he wanted to experience what it was like to have a cock in his bottom.  Hopefully that would happen tonight.

Mason said, “Look guys… I’m going to keep an eye out for anyone who might come in here.  You guys have fun.”

Both of them looked at Mason and then looked at each other when Tristan said, “Stay close.  You are going to be a big part of this too.”

“Can’t wait,” said Mason smiling.

There was a row of seats running part way down the port and starboard sides of the pontoon boat against the railings facing inwards.  As the access to the boathouse would probably have anyone coming from the Starboard side, he sat on that side behind the towels to keep watch.

Tristan and Michael had moved rapidly so that Michael was on his back and Tristan hovered over him – in opposite directions each blowing the other one.  Tristan seemed to be fucking Michael’s mouth and that didn’t seem to upset Michael at all.  It was quite the sight seeing that long thin cock of Tristan’s thrusting in and out of Michael’s pretty lips.  As Tristan thrust, his glutes tightened up revealing those firm muscles of his ass.  Tristan was sucking Michael’s cock using the same timing as Tristan. Michael’s hands were all over Tristan’s bottom and back.  You could hear both of their muffled sighs and moans being suppressed as both their mouths were full.

Michael stopped for a moment and holding Tristan’s cock, said, “I need that tool in my ass.  Please fuck me Tristan?”

Tristan stopped moving as his mouth fully enveloped Michael’s cock and after moving his tongue around a few seconds longer he removed Michael’s cock slowly from his mouth. 

“I hope you have some lube,” said Michael.

Tristan just smiled back at him and then reached into his shorts for the magic bottle.

Michael got on his knees and crawled between Mason’s legs.  Mason happened to be looking away from him as he did that.  When he felt Michael’s skin touch him, his head snapped around to see Michael just grinning at him from ear to ear.

Mason smiled as Tristan went behind Michael and started lubing his butt and said, “What’s the smile for?”

Michael crawled between Mason’s legs and took his cock in his hand.  Then he imitated a dog panting with its tongue out.

Mason started to chuckle until Michael put his elbows on the seat and sucked Mason’s cock all the way into his mouth stopping only at the root.

Mason sank in the seat a little and then put his hands on Michael’s shoulders.  He watched Tristan just as he’d finished lubing his cock.  He placed the tip against Michael’s rosebud.  Quite soon after, Tristan’s eyes opened wide and his smile was one of genuine surprise.  Tristan looked to Mason and said, “It’s opening all on its own… just for me!”

Tristan slipped in to Michael’s hot tube easily and pushed himself inside to the hilt.  After he was buried inside him, he took some time to caress his bottom and lower back, finally wrapping his arm around Michael and pretty soon had his cock in his hand and was stroking it.

Michael momentarily stopped sucking Mason.  As he held Mason’s cock he moved it to the side of his face – kissing its head on the way to him leaning his cheek against it and said, “Finally… I’m full again.  Oh… you have no idea how wonderful that feels Tristan.  Go slow at first… please make this last awhile.”

Then his glazed over eyes turned to look at Mason and as he rubbed his cheek against his cock he smiled at Mason and said, “Lovely cock Mason.  Maybe tonight you can fill me up too.”

Then as he started to feel Tristan start his slow pace he said, “Mason… want to know how wonderful I’m feeling?”

“Right now you’re occupied… but later on… sure, I’ll give it a try.”

Michael turned to look at Tristan who was smiling at him, and Tristan said, “Double your pleasure? 

Michael said, “I’m going for it.”

Mason was confused as Michael said, “Get down on all fours in front of me.  This could be really fun.”

Tristan could see that Mason was still confused and said, “Let Michael screw you while I’m screwing Michael.  Michael does the moving and you and I just stay still.  Get it?”

Tristan had stopped moving and reached over to get the lube.  He handed it to Michael.  Michael, without asking, opened the tube and coated Mason’s cock with it, then said, “Get in front of me and I’ll grease up your butt hole.”

Mason blushed, but was excited by the prospect and did just that.  Michael took his time stimulating him and just before he pulled his fingers out of his rectum, he realized that he’d managed to get three of them inside him.

When he pulled his fingers out, Mason was already hot as he’d been since last night.

Mason’s arms were held up by the boat seat in front of him, and he felt Michael rubbing the head of his cock around his hole.  Just before Michael started pushing, he said, “As I push in, you push out like you’re going to take a dump.  That makes it a lot easier.”

Mason did exactly that.  There was just one twinge of pain as the head of Michael’s cock was fully inside him.  It felt strange, but really exciting too.  Soon he felt more of Michael’s cock entering him.  For a couple of minutes Michael just stroked back and forth inside his colon easily.  Mason started sighing and wondering why he had waited this long to try this. 

“I’m going all in Mason, said Michael.”

Mason had thought he already had, but then he felt his bowels filling up more and more.  It kept feeling better and better the more he was stuffed.  Mason even started pushing back into Michael.

“How you doing Mason,” he said.

“Just don’t stop,” was all that Mason could manage to say.

Michael said, “Tristan time to get going.  Fill me up and start slowly until I get a rhythm...  damn Mason, you’re ass is so wonderfully tight and warm.  I’ve only done this one other time, and this time it’s going to be so much better.”

It was lucky for Tristan that the seat Mason was leaning against had a pretty low seat.  That allowed Michael to almost lean over his back as he humped him, while Tristan got a good angle to Michael’s ass.  Soon Michael had a rhythm.  Tristan was teasing Michael’s nipples by pinching them as he stroked his strong back and cute bottom.  He could see Mason with his head lying on the seat a bit of drool escaping his mouth as he moaned and sighed in delight with his eyes closed.  Tristan guessed that Michael was stroking Mason’s cock when he remembered to do so.  Michael was starting to sweat and was moving faster and faster as the rapture spread through his body.

Mason was lost in an entirely new world with feelings and sensations he’d never encountered before.  When he learned he could clinch his anal sphincter on Michael’s cock the feelings got even better.  Michael’s cock was flexing inside of Mason and as soon as Tristan felt that, he did the same thing.  Little and sometimes large rushes went through all three boys, coupled and enjoying each others tenderness.

With Michael’s double stimulation, the tryst didn’t last as long as everyone wanted it too, but the ride up the hill of ecstasy was so worth it.  Mason enjoyed Michael’s hand on his cock.  As he was lubed, Michael just massaged and squeezed the crown of Mason’s cock – his forefinger sliding around his glans, as he jacked the first three inches of Mason’s cock.

The first indication that the session was coming to an end was when Michael flexed inside Mason and didn’t relax.  The breathing sounds from Michael plus his love noises were a good indication that he couldn’t take much more.

Michael let go of Mason’s cock and he grabbed his hips, pulling him closer as he slammed into him, and pushing away as he retreated,  The slap, slap sound of groins smacking butts was fairly loud, but in that state not a one of them would have stopped even if their parents were watching them. 

Tristan was in the tightest ass he’d ever been inside and he was close to cumming as well.  He was actually trying to hold out so that Michael could get off first.  He knew instinctively that when Michael blew – they would all follow quickly.

Tristan saw Michael rise up from Mason’s back, his back and face were red and his face was contorted in a grotesque way.  So thrilling were the feelings rushing through his body he never wanted this to stop.  Wave after wave of pleasure sensors were firing inside him and he felt the rise of semen in his cock, but he tried to hold it back just for a few more seconds.  Each second brought him anguish that produced more pleasure.  Mason’s climax was starting to build as well, and poor Tristan was in more distress than the other two.  His jaw was clinched so tightly he though he might break a tooth. 

Then Michael went rigid and after one more move forward burying himself inside Mason, he blew. 

Mason clinched on him and then felt the hot bullets of semen explode inside him.  Mason’s body locked up as his own cock started to explode onto the deck below.

Tristan, grateful for the end of his pain let go inside of Michael and the three of them moved in such a way cooperatively to stretch as much joy out of the experience as possible – and there was much joy that night.  When Tristan did explode, his voice let out a screech of wonder than told anyone who could hear it the pleasure he was feeling.

As Mason recovered he wanted Michael’s cock out of his bottom quickly.  So still getting little mini rushes of great pleasure, as Michael pulled back from Mason – Mason pushed him back further and then pulling forward quickly, let Michael’s cock slip out.  With all the strength he had he turned his body around facing Michael and sat right in his own cum on the deck, wrapped his arms around Michael and kissed him passionately.

He and Michael held each other and kissed for a few seconds deeply, then Michael let Tristan slip out and all three boys lay together on the floor of the pontoon boat still deeply breathing, but hugging and kissing each other as the passion slowly ebbed.

Tears soon filled Michael’s eyes as he said, “Why did this have to happen two days before we are due to leave.  God… you guys just gave me the best orgasm ever, and it’s all going to end soon.

Mason smiled at him and wiped the tears from his eyes as he said, “Maybe the force planned it that way.  Two weeks of this and I’d surely die… not that I’d complain.  That was such a great feeling I just can’t describe it.  I never had an orgasm like that, it was like I came twice.

Tristan smiled and said, “Yea... that happens to me too when I’m getting it in my ass.  Tonight I just had one fantastically amazing cum that goes down in the book as the best ever.  Shit, I got off watching you two get off.  That was very cool.

Mason perhaps a bit more aware than the other two said, “We’ve got to clean up this mess.  Are we all leaking?”

Michael sniffed the air and said, “Damn, it smells like a gay bath house after a long hard Saturday night.”

Tristan laughed and said, “You ever been to a gay bath house before?”

“Shit no,” he said, “But if I had been to one, it would smell just like this.”

They all laughed quietly and grabbed some of the towels and started to clean the deck and themselves.  Thank heavens getting water wasn’t a problem.

After the boat was tidied up, Mason said, “Take the really messy towels and let’s dump them in the trash.  I don’t want them around here.  The others can go into the towel basket in the showers.” 

“Showers sound like a good idea too.  We all sort of reek anyway.”

Soon they were dressed and headed back to the tents.  As opposed to going to one shower, they all went there separate ways and agreed to meet at the bonfire and then plan the rest of the evening.

Michael’s Story

Michael and Mason found each other first and hung around the campfire waiting for Tristan.  They sat away from the crowd and chatted quietly. 

After about ten minutes, Mason said, “Hey, what happened in the boat was really nice… thank you.  I never thought that would ever happen to me, nor would I want it too, but it’s pretty interesting how your perspective can change rapidly.”

Michael said, “You know Chet didn’t tell me much about you other than you were bunk mates.  Based on what you said just now, can I assume that you had never been with another boy before you came to camp?”

“And I never thought about it either.  I’ve been such a horn dog since the first time I jacked myself the right way and got off, the fantasies have always included a female until this week...  and you?”

Mason was trying to find a way to understand Michael’s sexual preferences without asking directly.

“When I was just ten my mom hired a fifteen year old boy as my babysitter.  He lived down the street and mom knew him since he was a little kid.  After a couple months when I was supposed to be in bed I caught him watching porn.  Not boy-girl porn either.  I was just sitting on the steps looking at him in watching the TV in the family room.  Even though all I could see was his back so I couldn’t see that he was beating off, but I could see the movie.  When one guy went down on the other one, I said a pretty loud Yuck, and he stopped immediately and turned his head around to see me staring back.  I seriously think he was madder that I said yuck then he was for me spying on him.”

Mason laughed then said, “So your first porn was watching older guys go at it huh?”

“Not really,” said Michael, “I’m not sure where he got the DVD but it was about a boy about his age and another two boy’s one around ten or eleven, the other twelve or a little older.  That’s probably why I was so surprised when I saw what he was watching.”

“So… what’d he do when he saw you?” Asked Mason.

“Something like,” You’re supposed to be in bed… how long you been there watching?

“I just said, Not long.  What are they doing to each other?  Now don’t get me wrong, I knew what they were doing.  A couple of my buddies had been talking about stroking off and getting blow jobs.  One of them had taught me how to jerk off a few weeks back.  It was really a great feeling, so I kept doing it as much as I could.”

Mason was fascinated by the conversation.  So he asked Michael what happened then.

“He just looked at me and said,” You want to watch, come over here and watch… otherwise go to bed.  Shit, by that time I was already hard so I just walked over to the sofa.  When I rounded the side, he was naked below the waist.  All he had on was his t-shirt on.  Then before I had a chance to say anything he said,” You want to watch, you got to take off your underwear… at lease, and also promise me you won’t tell your mom.  We’d both get in trouble if she found out.  “I agreed and dropped my shorts.  He laughed at my hard little cock… not laughing at me I don’t think, just laughing that I was hard.”  Cute little cock Michael, “He said.  I was just staring at his cock.  I realize now he wasn’t fully hard, but it was huge compared to me.  And he was pretty hairy too.  As I got close to him he grabbed my arm and sat me down right next to him.  Long story short, he was sucking on me about fifteen minutes later, and after another thirty minutes he convinced me to go down on him.  A week later he fucked me in the butt.  That was cool.  He took his time.  I mean a lot of time, before he did me.  So guys are, so far, my only reference.  I got nothin against girls, and maybe sometime I’ll give them a try.” 

Mason said, “So how long were the two of you together?”

“Still are,” said Michael.  “He’s a senior now, but we still get together a couple of times a month.  It will probably end when he goes off to college.  I’ll miss him.  He’s really nice.  Now it’s your turn.  So how did a straight kid ended up with that beautiful redhead?  I mean Chet and I saw Tristan stalking you that night, but how did he get into your pants?”

Mason told him the story and half-way through it, Tristan showed up.  He added some stuff that Mason didn’t even know.  It was a strange but nice conversation.

As the bonfire had nearly consumed itself, the counselors on the beach said, “Time to hit the sack boys… bed check in twenty minutes.”

We all agreed to meet at the large boathouse at midnight.

The Night Gets Risky

Mason was the last one to show up, but the other two were sitting outside near some bushes when he arrived.  As he arrived he said, “What’s up guys?”

“Not much,” said Tristan.   I thought I heard voices a minute or so ago, but I haven’t heard them since so I guess we’re good to go.

Mason said, “Look, I’ve got a funny feeling about tonight, so let’s play it safe and not spend three hours together.  Besides, I’m really beat after this afternoon’s little adventure.  I figure we all get off once, and then head back to our tents… no more than forty-five minutes, okay?”

Michael said, “I’ve been kind of jumpy tonight too, especially after what happened to Carl.  We should be able to get business done even faster.

Tristan agreed and all three of them slipped into the boat house and headed for the pontoon boat. 

Once aboard, Tristan said, “Someone has been here since we left.  The boat has really been cleaned up from before.”

While they were all a little uneasy, Michael was the first to drop his shorts, smiling at the other two who followed suit. 

“And I thought you were the horny one Mason,” said Tristan.

They chatted quietly for awhile all grouped together hugging and kissing each other while lightly stroking each other. 

Just as Tristan was going to say something, Mason surprised Michael by pushing him back on the cushion and said, “I want to taste your cock Michael.  I want to know what mine feels like in someone else’s mouth, and we’re about the same size and we’re both cut.  Then if you don’t mind, let’s do another three-way with Tristan in the middle.  That okay with you guys?”

Mason was anxious to taste Michael’s cock.  As Michael opened his legs, Mason got down close and stroked his cock as he focused on the hard pole.  It was the first time in his life he ever thought that cocks were pretty.  He liked watching the skin over his hardness move, he liked its flexibility, he liked the anxious way the head of Michaels’s cock moved like a snake as he stroked him.  He also saw that Michael had a small but nice crop of straight long blond hairs just at the top of his cock and coming down the sides.  Mason’s tongue lapped at Michael’s cock as he held his nut sack in his hand rolling his balls around gently.  It felt so different from Tristan’s, and then he put his lips over the head of his cock and took him as far into his mouth as he could before he choked.   He closed his lips and his tongue lapped at his cock head.  It was so velvety and it was getting really hot, longer and harder.  With his lips locked to that beautiful cock he pulled himself away from it slowly and his lips felt all the veins and little ridges as his lips got to the edge of his corona.  He just sucked on Michael’s cock head as he lapped his glans with his tongue.  It was then he realized that Tristan had gone down on him.  With the double stimulation, Mason was really enjoying himself.  For whatever reason he could now swallow all of Michael’s cock without choking, and it was certainly partially inside his throat.  He really wanted Michael to cum in his mouth, he wanted to taste his spunk.  The more Mason got excited the harder he sucked on Michael. 

Way too soon he heard Michael say, “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.  Damn you give good head Mason… but if we want to please Tristan, maybe… shit, damn… you should stop like now.

Mason couldn’t help it but finally gagged; more from laughing than anything else.  He cleaned off Michael’s cock and then coughed a little and started giggling again.

“Holding onto Michael’s cock he looked at him smiling from ear to ear and said, “You know… sometimes you’re really funny.  Just never make anyone laugh with their mouth full – got it?”

Tristan said, “Let’s do something a little different Mason.  Me and Michael have been the middle in a lot of sandwiches.  This is something you should experience… right Michael?”

Michael just smiled nodding his head Yes.

Mason’s only thought was, This is going to be amazing.

Then Michael said, “Tristan… you do Mason, and he can do me… okay?”

Tristan got out the lube and everyone was getting themselves ready.  After finishing himself, Tristan moved toward Mason who was on his back on the deck, spread his legs wide and simultaneously started circling his pucker hole and he manipulated Mason’s cock.  It didn’t take long for Tristan to say, “You know Mason, I really think your ass hole likes this.  It’s already started to open for me.  Come on, lets get this party going.

Michael took up the same position that Mason was in earlier, and as Mason scooted up to Michael he looked and felt his firm butt and small hips.  His cock flexed at the thought of entering his bottom and the tightness on the other side of Michael’s hole.  As he rubbed his cock up and down Michael’s crack, his pucker started to open.  Mason put the tip of his cock against it and watched as Michael’s sphincter opened around Mason’s crown.  As the head of his cock disappeared he slowly pushed forward as Michael moaned in delight, and Mason was tingling from head to foot. 

After a few strokes, Michael said, “You feel so amazing Mason, and don’t be afraid to stroke me faster… ever.  Get fully inside me and then let Tristan get into position.

In no time, Tristan pulled his foreskin back and eased into Mason’s colon. It went in easier than he thought it would, and as he slowly sank inside him to his root, Tristan’s eyes got that far awake look as he tossed his head backwards as the sensations.

Mason’s body was already flooded with sensations and his body was tingling already.  It was a very heady experience for him.  Michael’s colon gripped Mason’s cock as if trying to hold it captive and the sensation of Tristan’s length inside him caused him to shake as goosebumps flashed across his bottom and groin.

Mason was frozen in-place, the feelings overwhelming him when Tristan said, “Mason… you’re the one who has to set the pace.  So here’s a tip.  You just focus on fucking Michael – I mean really… just do what you want.  I’ll follow your lead, so don’t focus on me at all.  Get that?

Mason mumbled, “I hear you, but I couldn’t in a million years not focus on your cock inside me… damn it feels like it belongs there, just like it did when Michael was fucking me.  You’re right Tristan, guys have a very necessary piece of equipment that girls can only dream of.  Fuck it, I’m going to stop talking.”

As Mason started moving, the last words heard came from Michael.  “Guy’s… try to keep quiet… anybody fucks this up because they hear us are going to pay dearly.”

Mason started his pace.  He did as Tristan suggested and it seemed that no matter how he moved, Tristan followed.  While Mason started out moving slower than normal, soon the urges got so intense that he just closed his mind off to the environment he was in and focused on the sensations he was getting at both ends.

Mason reached around Michael to find a very hard cock.  He took it and started stroking it.  It was remarkable how much it felt like his own, and the position he was in was just as if he was stroking an extension of his own cock.  It felt so right and he enjoyed the feel of it.

Tristan was in heaven.  Mason’s colon seemed to be more experienced than getting it up the ass only once before should have made it.  Only one time that Tristan could remember – was his cock happier, and that was inside the bottom of his younger friend with benefits.  Damn, she loved it in the ass he thought.

Mason’s pace was perfect for all three boys.  As he stroked Michael with one hand, he stroked his long torso and back with his other hand.  Tristan was pinching his nipples.

Each stroke for the boys giving and receiving sent new wonders of thrills through their bodies.  Doubly so for Mason who was now so hooked on fucking and being fucked he knew his life had changed forever.

For whatever reason, Mason gripped on to Michael’s cock head and rubbed his finger around the opening.  He had a large opening to his urethra, so Mason took his pinky finger tip and started to insert it carefully into Michael’s cock.  For doing that his reward was Michael clamping down very hard on Mason’s cock.

“A little deeper Mason,” said Michael.

Soon, Mason had insinuated his pinky inside Michael’s urethra up to the first knuckle, and was slowly rotating it.

Mason felt Michael’s nipples harden as Michael said, “Oh damn that feels so good.”

Tristan heard the exchange but was so focused on Mason’s tightness it was like background noise to him.

Mason had taken about all he could.  His body was a tingle in sensations never felt before, and he felt the semen rising inside him.

“I’m really close,” he said quietly.

Which was pretty good considering that they had been smacking at each others bottoms for around ten minutes.

Mason removed his pinky finger from Michael’s cock and started stroking him again.  He really need to jack him as he climaxed.  Mason’s ass hole was tightening and releasing quickly on Tristan’s cock as if he were already in orgasm.  Both Michael and Tristan were close too.  He could tell.

Then from Mason’s groin, a feeling started spreading from his nuts and inside his ass hole like the shock wave of a nuclear blast, but slower.  As it spread, another wave started.  Soon the waves were coming faster and faster together as they increased in intensity.  Mason was having trouble controlling his muscles.  He started shaking and feel the rise of the semen in his urethra.   He pounded Michael very hard for a few strokes and then his back and legs locked up as his cock was buried inside Michael.  Tristan hammered Mason about five more times then bottomed out inside him and that’s when Mason started firing huge bolts of semen inside Michael as he received the same from Tristan.  The hot semen filled Mason up and the feeling was so intense inside his body he stopped breathing letting the sensations send him to a place he’d never been before.  Totally enraptured by the feeling, he felt Michael tighten on him and then he realized that Michael was ejaculating at Mason’s hand.  He’d forgotten he was still stroking him.  It was just an automatic action.  His mind said he was jacking himself even thought it was Michael’s cock.  Michael squirmed around as his double orgasms subsided.  Tristan stroked in and out Mason a few more times then just pushed himself all the way inside and laid his body against Mason’s back entirely exhausted.

The heavy breathing sounds were the only noises heard.  As they slowed down, Michael said, “That was a first… I mean nobody has ever jacked me to orgasm as they came in my ass.  What an amazing rush Mason.  So different, so awesome.  I’m really going to miss you guys.

Tristan smacked his mouth a couple of times to moisten it then said, “Hey Michael, no offense, but Mason was the best fuck I’ve ever had.  I don’t know what he did there at the last moments, but damn… My cum felt like the finale of a fourth of July fireworks show in Washington D.C.  Until just now, Tina was the best butt fuck ever.”

Michael said, “TINA… You mean a GIRL!”

“Yea… a girl, a ten year old girl to boot.  Talk about a tiny firm ass, with a pretty pink pucker about the size of a keyhole, and she loves it too.”

Mason laughed, and when he did he pushed Tristan’s limp dick out of his ass.

Mason was limp too and as he pulled out of Michael he patted him on his bottom and said, “Well, I’ve never butt fucked Tina, but yours is certainly one amazingly beautiful butt.  Don’t know why, but butts have always been highly erotic to me.  It seems now that I just doubled the amount of bottoms available to look at and hopefully to fuck.”

They all moved around and put their backs against the seats just resting for a moment quietly as they used the remaining towel to wipe up the cum off the boat deck and clean themselves.

Mason heard something, and alerted the other two.  He put his head above the seat and looked out.  Someone was out there and seemingly getting closer.  He huddled them together and whispered, “Get your clothes and let’s slip into the water on the other side of the boat and move around to the port side of the boat house.  It’s pretty shallow here, but we can duck our heads in the water if we have to.  Just be really quiet... no splashing at all.

Hurriedly they got their stuff and slipped into the water as they heard footsteps coming around the side of the boathouse.  They slipped away from the pontoon boat and headed to the older Chris Craft inboard.  As they slipped around the bow, Mason stopped for a moment to see if he could see who was coming into the boathouse.

They were dead silent as he heard other sounds coming from the first boat.  As he looked he could see a counselors face peak around the side of the boathouse.  The counselor started walking along the decking as the sounds from inside the first boat increased.

Just before Mason started to move towards the other side of the boathouse to escape, he stopped as he saw another counselor walk in from the side he was going to head towards.

Soon, he heard feet running on the deck and what came into view were two other naked boys.  They stopped quickly as they discovered that they were trapped on both sides.  The counselor who came from the port side ran towards the boys.  That cleared the way for them to move quietly away from them as the counselors trapped the two boys between them.  He knew one of them, but not the other.

Mason, Tristan and Michael got to the far side of the boathouse and then they swam underwater for about fifty feet, peaked out of the water and swam towards the shore.  Stealthily, they climbed up on shore and took refuge behind some bushes.  

Soon the two boys were being escorted by the counselors somewhere as they passed by them on the main path – not twenty feet away from them.

After they passed by, Mason said, “I think the older kid is Alex.  We skied together a couple of time last week.  I don’t know the other kid.”

Tristan said, “That was Tim… he’s in our tent.  I didn’t see him missing when I snuck out.”

Michael said, “So what are we going to do now?”

Mason was looking out at the lake when Michael was speaking, and he said, “I think there’s a boat out there guys… maybe watching the boathouses.  I didn’t see it when we went into the boathouse earlier.”

Tristan and Michael looked as well.   Tristan said, “Well it’s a boat for sure.  Sitting between both boathouses, but the boat lights haven’t been turned on.”

Michael said, “I wonder if he knows that we’re here?”

Mason said, “I don’t think so.  It’s too dark on this side of the boathouse and the bushes make good cover.  Shit… I don’t like this.  We should head back to our tents and call it a night.”

“Well we hardly have a choice,” said Tristan.

Mason said, “My guess is that we’re going to get caught going back to our tents anyway.  I’m going to stop by the head before I head back to the tent and then not be so quiet when I walk back in to the tent.  I might even wake up Norm on the way in, but he does sleep like a rock… and snores too.  Michael if I were you, I’d use the alibi of thinking you were going to go see how Carl was doing, but thought better of it and headed back to the tent.  Wish I had some suggestion for you Tristan.”

“Mine’s easy… I went looking for Tim when I saw his rack was empty, but couldn’t find him.”

“Good thinking.  Come on… let’s head back.  Tristan, you go first.  Michael can go next, and then I’ll follow a few minutes after,” said Mason. 

Fifteen minutes later with Mason sitting on the toilet in the latrine near his tent he heard someone walk in.  Mason made a noise and soon Norm flung the door open to the stall and saw Mason hunkered over.

“What you doing in here after lights out Mason?”

“Got the cramps Norm… taking a dump don’t know about lights out.   Ouch,” he said holding his stomach and doubling over.

“I’ll wait outside for you.  There are a lot of boys out of there bunks tonight.  Lucky I found you in here.”

The next day Mason found out that Tristan was the only one to catch some crap.  They told him he should have woken up a counselor to go looking for Tim.  Basically he got his hand smacked.  Michael made it with no problems.

For whatever reason no mention was made about the boys very damp clothes.  Then again it was night and the moonlight was pretty dim.

At breakfast, Mason admitted he’d slept like a baby.  He was feeling a lot better and looking forward to the girls coming for the dance.  Tristan was excited too, and Michael was anxious to hear more about Tina.

As they left the mess hall, Alex walked up to Mason and Tristan as Michael headed off to his tent and quietly said, “Tim and I heard you guys when we came in, so we took the first boat. I’m glad you guys made it out undetected last night – how’d you do that?” 

Tristan said, “What are they going to do to you?”

“Well even though we didn’t have any clothes on, they didn’t catch us doing anything.  We told them we went skinny dipping.  They leaned on us to tell them what really happened but we both stuck to the story.  So the punishment is that we can’t go to the dance tonight.  They know we were messing with each other, but they can’t prove it.  I don’t think they’re going to say anything to our folks.”

Mason said, “Well if we hadn’t heard you guys we’d of gotten caught too.  We slipped into the water and made it to shore as you guys ran the other way with Todd chasing you.  You know when we looked after we got away - we saw a small boat watching the boathouses with its lights off.  We don’t think it was there when we went in to the boathouse.  But I’m glad you guys finished before they caught you.”

Alex laughed and said, “I shouldn’t tell you this, but it was so funny to watch Tim clenching his ass as we got caught.  I’d just pumped him full not three minutes before.  Little fucker did it though.”  Then he smiled at Tristan and Mason and said, “Who’s the blond… damn he’s fine… not that you two aren’t either.  Had I known – never suspected you by the way Mason… with the blond, we could have made it a four way.”

Mason said, “Is every kid in this camp messing around with each other?”

Alex laughed and said, “Just the boys with the happy looks on their faces, it’s the straight guys who are going bonkers.  I’m afraid that when the girls get here tonight, there’s going to be a lot more trouble.”

The Dance

After morning mess and the boys were all back in there tents - Norm read out the announcements for the day.  One of the things he had to do that morning was get three ‘volunteers’ to help set up the mess hall for the evening dance starting just after lunch.  Mason, and two others were volunteered. 

Mason thought it was bogus that he got selected, but then he found that the other boys were volunteered to clean up all the gear from the week and clean all the boats.  Those poor guys were going to be working hard, and they had to start right after the announcements.

Before setting up the mess hall, the three that were left in Mason’s tent were to clean it up. Sweep, mop and dust and get everything tidy for tomorrow mornings go-home.

Lunch was served outside the mess hall as the paid staff removed the tables and benches from the mess hall.  It was beans and franks for lunch, and surprisingly, it tasted real good.

Tristan had also been volunteered for party duty, and poor Michael got stuck cleaning boats in the boathouses with a crew of other boys.  Mason and Tristan couldn’t help it, but laughed pretty hard when he told them.  It was just too ironic.

The mess hall was set up by around two in the afternoon and then they helped the kitchen staff set up for dinner outside.  By four, after supper, they were back in their tents changing for the evening.  They were all grateful that it was a mild day and the temp was just around eighty degrees with the humidity being really low as well.

Mason, looking really sharp, was headed towards the mess hall when one of the counselors said, “Mason, there’s been a little mix-up with your flight home tomorrow.  Come with me so I can give you the details.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow morning?”

Smiling at him, he said, “The girls will be here for quite a while… now come on.”

Mason finally made it to the dance by five fifteen, and as he walked in he noticed that it resembled a sock hop at his Junior High School.   The girls were on one side of the room, and the boys on the other.  The kids on both sides were talking about the kids on the other side.  Some things never do change. 

Mason found Tristan and Michael and stuck close to them as the music played.  Some kids were eating snacks at the food table and some of the girls and boys were actually talking to each other.  But the night was young.

As Mason looked out over the girls, his focus landed on a gorgeous blonde whose trusses hung down to her waist.  She was tall, slender, and very pretty, but she also looked rather flat chested.  He really didn’t care.  She was his definition of a beauty.  Mason always thought guys were kind of dumb always thinking about girls with huge chests.  He thought the look was wrong, and instinct told him that the bigger they were when they were young the faster they were going to sag as they aged.  Small to medium size perky tits was his choice. 

He looked around some more and decided it was either the blonde or the Asian girl.  She was just as pretty, and had a slightly larger chest than the blonde.  Her eyes were very exotic and her black hair shimmered as the lights from the mirrored ball lit her.

After turning back to his friends he noticed Michael looking like he was not so happy, while Tristan was all aglow and smiling.  Mason asked Michael what was wrong.

He whispered, “I’ve never been with a girl, never thought about them much either.  But I’ve been looking at boys ever since I can remember.  I mean I enjoy talking to girls, and they’re certainly better to be with than jocks, but… well that’s just me.  Maybe someday, I’ll give them a try.”

Then he turned to Tristan who looked like he was in heaven and said, “So which one are you into?”

“That Asian chick is a knockout.  She’s beautiful, Mason.”

“Yea… I thought so too.  But I’ve been looking at that tall blonde over there in the pretty white yellow and blue print dress.  She’s a real doll.”

“Yea… I can really tell she’s a hottie, and she’s looking at you right now.”

Being cool, Mason slowly turned his head to look her way, and she was looking back at him.

“Damn,” said Mason.  “Shit, I really some of the other kids were dancing.”

“Tell you what.  Let’s both head off together.  You go for the blonde and I’ll go for the Asian on the next slow dance.  Let’s get this party started.”

“Great idea,“ said Mason.

They didn’t have to wait long.  The next song was “Kiss Me.”

“Ready,” said Tristan?”

“Let’s go,” he replied as they headed off.  Both Mason and Tristan’s hearts were beating fast.  Mason couldn’t bear being rejected and he was taking a big risk, but like his dad had told him once.  Wait too long and all the good ones will be occupied.  It made sense and had worked out more in his favor than against.  Then again, he was one handsome fellow that most of the girls who mattered to him, drooled over.

His eyes looked right into her baby blues and he put on his best smile as he stopped in front of her.  Mustering all the courage he had, he said, “Love your dress… but you need to show it off.  Can I have this dance please?” 

She was glowing back at him and he knew he wouldn’t get turned down.  But then she said, “I’d love too… but you have to promise to have the next slow dance with my sister.”

His head turned to follow hers, and standing beside her was another beauty that was shorter and he hadn’t noticed.  She was a strawberry blond a couple of years younger he assumed, but she was a real cutie pie.

He smiled at the younger girl and said to her, “I’d really like that.  Would you like to dance with me later too?”

Her response startled him.  She quietly said, “I’d like to do a lot more than that to you, but a dance would be a good start.”

Mason was taken back at her response, and the blonde hit her sister in the arm and said, “Keep it down… you’re going to get us in trouble.” She snarled once more at the younger girl as she took Mason’s arm as they walked out onto the dance floor.

Tristan he saw was already dancing with the Asian girl. 

Then he looked to his partner and said ,”My name is Mason?”

She oogled him - her eyes sparkling as she said, “I’m Tiffany… thanks for asking me to dance first.”

He pulled her closer to him as they danced and he whispered in her ear, “The choice was real easy Tiffany.  You dance really well.”

As they danced they chatted some.  A couple of times Tristan and the Asian girl got close to Mason and Tiffany.  Mason found it interesting that Tristan and Tiffany seemed to be flirting in a very unusual way, and the Asian giggled a couple of times. As they danced he noticed that when she pressed close to him, that amazing feeling of being poked in the chest by two small breasts was highly erotic. 

After the song finished, Mason led Tiffany to the refreshment table making sure he could pretty much occupy her time instead of some other horny boy.  They ate and talked for some time finally getting at ease with each other.  A couple of fast dances later, the music went to a slow song.

Mason looked at Tiffany and said, “Time to find your sister.  I hope she doesn’t mind staring at my chest as we dance.”

“Trust me, she won’t mind at all,” she said giggling.

As he made his way back to where he had left her, they sort of bumped into each other.  They both smiled and blushed as Mason said, “I was looking for you… ready for your dance?”

While Tiffany was about five-foot five, her sister wasn’t quite five feet tall.  As he put his arm around her she closed up on him very tightly, and that surprised him.  He also had a strange feeling at that same moment.  When he identified it he found he was starting to get hard.  What the fuck he screamed inside himself.  It was kind of hard to talk to her as the side of her head pressed up against his chest.  She was a good dancer as well, and as they danced she made no attempt to hide the fact that she enjoyed rubbing her cute little body against his.  Mason was grateful when that dance ended.  He’d never had the hots for a girl as young as… crap they hadn’t exchanged name. 

As the little one and he left the dance floor, with her holding on to his hand shamelessly as she trotted them back to where her sister was, he said, “Oh… I’m Mason, sorry I didn’t introduce myself.”

She looked up at him and then he noticed her light green eyes.  A wicked little smile flirted across her lips as she said, “I knew that.  I’m Tina.”

It took a second, but then Mason felt like he flushed all over his body.  As he looked up he saw Tristan with his arm around the Asian girl and Tina, and they were all smiling at him.

Confused he looked down again and said, “You did say Tina… right?”

She just smiled at him, giggled a little, and gripped his hand a little tighter.  Tristan looked back to Mason who was truly enjoying his confusion.  Tristan was now almost laughing.  As they got within ear shot, Tristan said, “So Mason… I see that you’ve now met both of my sisters.”

Mason looked at both of these beautiful girls and said, “You mean,” his head cocked to look at Tina, then back to Tristan and said, “You mean THAT Tina?”

Tiffany said, “For being as smart as you told me he was,” she said looking at Tristan, “that took a while for him to digest.”  Turning to Mason she said, “Sorry Mason, since you were detained, Tris, Tina and I had a quick conversation about the week’s happenings over here once we met up.  You’ve been busy boys’.  Naughty too, thank god.”

Mason blushed and sat down as Tina unabashedly jumped up on his lap and curled her arm around his neck.  Aside from Tiffany the others sat down too.  Mason was still in overload as Tiffany said, “Mason, that sexy chick that Tristan won’t let go of is Heather.  We’ve spent the week enjoying each other too.

Just then, they heard a noise off to their side.  It was Michael clearing his throat.  “Ah guys… what’s going on?  Mason you looked like you were ready to pass out a minute ago.  You okay?”

Tina said, “I was hoping that you were the Michael that Tris has been talking about.  Sit down Michael.”

Michael looked confused, as Mason just said, “Sit the fuck down Michael.”

As soon as his butt hit the seat, Tina jumped off Mason’s lap and jumped onto Michael’s.  Tina looking over at Tiffany said, “Okay, you can have Mason for awhile.”

Mason was confused again.  Tiffany said, “At least I’ll ask if I can sit on your lap.  We’re running out of chairs.”

Mason just nodded his head – took her hand and Tiffany sat down on his semi-hard cock.

Tiffany giggled and looked at her sister as she snuggled close to Mason and said, “How can you do that so quickly Tina?”

Mason blushed as Tristan laughed and Tina just smiled a huge smile then said, “No clue… it just happens.”

The Asian girl said, “And I thought it was kinky over at Camp Hiawatha.  I just never counted on this.”

Michael was still trying to figure this all out when Mason said, “Michael… let me make this simple.  Michael meet Heather,” nodding his head towards the Asian girl, “And the gal on my lap is Tiffany.  The girl on your lap is Tina… TINA.  They are both Tristan’s sisters.  Get it?”

Michael’s head felt like the inside of a pinball machine as the chrome ball bounced really fast all over his brain.  Then a look of amazement spread across his face as he looked at the girl he was holding and said. “Shit Mason… you mean THAT TINA?”

All of them giggled at Michael realization.

Tina answered, “Yep Mike THAT TINA,” then she quietly said, “and I’m going to change your mind about girls.  I’m going to change it a lot.”  Then to everyone’s surprise, her face closed on Michael’s and her mouth opened slightly as her lips touched his.

Mason looked at Tiffany as Tiffany’s eyes scanned the room.  Most all of the kids were dancing now, and as they were sitting behind the food table, none of the counselors were looking there way.  Mason noticed too, and as he looked into Tiffany’s eyes he just leaned forward a little.  She reciprocated and soon they were kissing too.

– End of Part 1 –

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