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Jordan

THE SUMMER CAMP

Title: Summer Camp Summary: A camper flirts with his counselor, leading to blow jobs in the
wee hours and found memories years later. 100% fiction, of course, and
don’t read if you are not of legal age.
Codes: Mm, gay, oral.

By nana_kwajo(ig)
The sound of the dinner bell echoed around the valley and reached the
campers’ ears. They had been working hard for an hour, preparing the fire
circle for tomorrow night’s weekly ceremony under the stars. They looked
at me, and I nodded. “Go ahead,” I said, and they headed toward the dining
hall, some running, some jogging, a few just walking. There were no bullies or meanies in the group, just a dozen 12- and
13-year-olds enjoying an idyllic summer outdoors as hormones reshaped their
bodies, turning them from boys into young, virile men. One camper lagged well behind the group. He was usually a bit shy, and
I didn’t know him as well as I knew many of the other campers. “What’s the
matter, Tim?” I asked. He didn’t say a word, and continued walking slowly
up the trail. As I approached closer to him, to ask my question again, he
looked over his shoulder at me and started walking quite fast. I increased
my own pace with the intend of catching up to him. The other campers were at the trail’s end. As they exited the trail,
they bunched together and — chattering among themselves — headed up a
small hill toward the dining hall. Timothy, however, was veering off the
trail and heading toward a shed where we counselors kept some of the camp’s
gear. He looked over his shoulder, smiled, and broke into a jog. “Hey, Tim, where are you going,” I called out, and jogged to catch him.
He broke into a run, still looking over his shoulder from time to time. I
began running as well. It was a chase that ended as quickly as it began
when Tim simply quit running and lay down at the shed door. His feet were
in the grass, his head and torso stretched out on the shed’s concrete pad,
his face half hidden by his hands. I lightly brushed his head with my hand, to check if he was OK. He
peeked at me through his fingers, mysteriously smiling all the time. He
was, I decided, almost certainly flirting with me. Humm. So far camp had followed the usual script: We counselors pried our eyes
open at 6 in the morning, shepherded the kids throughout the morning,
afternoon, and evening, and after getting them to bed at 8 o’clock or so,
then played cards for an hour or two, or just chewed the fat, before
heading to bed. One day a week we got the afternoon and evening off. The hours were long, the pay lousy, but the work was fun — and usually
not dangerous. But a flirting camper spelled D-A-N-G-E-R in flashing neon.
You can go to prison for a long, long time for sex with a minor under your
supervision. But hey, I was 18 and felt invincible. And I was very, very
horny. Tim and I remained at the shed for only a minute, with my gently
stroking his head, and his lying there like a cat. I could almost hear him
purring. “Time to go,” I said, and we stood up. I was still wary. I was pretty sure that Tim was flirting with me, but
what if I was wrong? “If you ever —,” I said in a quiet voice, letting
the sentence die an unnatural death. Tim fielded the virtual ball
flawlessly. He looked up at me, smiled, and said simply, “OK.” And then we
walked toward the dining hall, with Tim a half step ahead of me. For the next couple of days, nothing further happened. Camp was drawing
to a close, and I figured, upon reflection, that even if Tim had been
flirting, nothing was going to come of it. I was wrong, delightfully
wrong. About 2 a.m. on the third day, I was awakened by a hand brushing my
face, and then by Tim’s quietly slipping under the covers of my narrow camp
bed. I reached out and stroked his shoulders and face and hair and back, and he did the same, and we kissed, gingerly at first, then harder and
harder, and passionately. My tent, while private, was one of six arranged in a circle, and the
rest were four-person tents occupied by campers. Tim and I needed to go
somewhere where we could make some joyous noise, and I just happened to
have a key to the dining hall that I had conveniently neglected to return
to the camp office a few days earlier. “Let’s go,” I whispered in Tim’s
ear. Silently, we headed toward the dining hall. Once inside, I pulled out one of the mats that the youngest campers used
when taking their afternoon naps. Then I grabbed Tim, and we resumed our
kissing and stroking, only this time my hands wandered down his torso and
under his p.j. waistband. His dick, like mine, was eager with
anticipation. He moaned and lifted his butt, not in a fucking motion but
rather to indicate that he wanted his p.j. bottom removed. Happily I did so, and began tickling his balls and cock. He moaned some more, and lifted
his ass off the mat. I took the hint and began slowly stroking his cock.
He moaned some more and kissed me hard on the lips, sliding his tongue deep
into my mouth. When he pulled away he whispered urgently: “Do something. Please do
something!” I smiled, kissed him again, and lowered my head to the tip of his dick,
and began kissing and sucking it while working my right hand over his
balls. I began pumping his dick with both my lips and my hand. His balls
tensed and, in just seconds, he began shooting off into my mouth. I don’t
particularly like the taste of cum, and I find swallowing cum difficult
indeed, but I wasn’t going to waste any of Tim’s love juices. So I swallowed and then moved my head back up to his, and kissed him, hard. “Your turn,” I said. Tim swiveled on the mat and lowered his head to my dick. He kissed it
tenderly, running his tongue from my balls to my cock’s head, and gently
swirled his tongue around the head and then probed the entrance. He
scooted down the mat, so that he was between my legs, and then began
licking the underside of my cock near the head but never at the head. The
effect was electric. My cock swelled, and my balls tightened, but Tim had one hand on my balls, and each time they tightened, he slowed his licking
and moved away from the head. This continued for several minutes. Then, when my ball sack began to
tighten one more time, Tim let nature takes it course. He increased the
pace of his licking and, as the feeling of inevitability arose in my groin,
Tim moved his mouth over the top of my dick and clamped down. I fired into
his mouth again and again, as if I would never stop. Tim gagged and
swallowed, but I kept cumming. The weeks of horny camp life had filled my pump to the brim, and it was all cumming out. In the dim light I could see
my cum drip out of his mouth. “Thank you! You’re amazing” I whispered. “My pleasure,” Tim replied. “I’ve been wanted to suck you from the
minute I met you. I’ve only sucked off my friend Bobby before, but I think
I know what I’m doing.” “And how!” I said. We lay there, stroking each other’s bodies for perhaps ten minutes
before getting up, replacing the mat, and heading back to the tents. I wish I could say that Tim and I sucked and fucked every night till the
end of camp, but it was not to be. There was simply too much going on at
camp for us to get together again. However, on the last day of camp, Tim
made a point of introducing me to his mom. “Here’s the counselor I’ve been
telling you about,” he told her as he made the introductions. “You have a wonderful son,” I told her. “It was a pleasure to know
him.” “The pleasure was all mine,” Tim said while giving me a big hug. I
hugged him back, and gave his ass a little squeeze. That was the last time I ever saw Tim, as he and his mom climbed into
their car and drove away, but I’ll always savor the minutes we got together
and found bliss on a nap mat in the camp dining room. A fitting place it
was, I think, to eat our fill of cum. THE END

THE MIDNIGTH PRINCESS

Cont…What an amazing feeling as my young four inch, narrow, hard-on was enveloped in her soft,
warm, wet, sucking love cave. She sucked and lapped it for minutes including time that she
carefully sucked my hairless balls into her mouth to be titillated by her tongue. I never imagined
that any feeling could be that special. Even now I’m not sure I’ve ever again experienced
anything quite so special. But then you can only uncork a bottle of champagne once. As much as the feelings in my cock, there was the thrill of her nipples touching me and the
incredible sight of her nakedly swaying tits. She spoke no more about Kings, King’s swords or
Princesses…she spoke no more at all. She seemed to disappear into a special place deep in her
mind. She knew just when it was time to stop sucking my little boy cock before I finished. She rose up
on her knees and straddled me. I could feel her hands fumbling to slide my boy-cock between
her sopping folds. What a beautiful sigh my mother was, sweat glistened off her belly, tits and
face in the moon light. Her head tilted back, wet lips glistened, her eyes closed. All of a sudden I
could feel her flesh surrounding me…wet, tight, and hot. I was in her. She had her head tossed
back her eyes closed. She made a wanton but strangely pleased moaning sound while she bit down on her lower lip and began to move up and down fucking me for the first time, rolling her
hips in wide circles while she fucked. She soaked me in her juice, exciting and delighting me
beyond description. After a short time, (five minutes?), she had worked up a glistening sweat, iridescent in the lamp
light and let my cock slide out of her and lay flat against my stomach. Slowly she slid back and
forth; up and down over my slippery cock rubbing what I learned later was her clit against my
dick that continued to lie against my stomach. Again after a minute or two she pushed my dick
into her cunt again and rode it. She never opened her eyes while she fucked me, but did
continue to moan and whine sometimes quite loud. I wondered if she remembered my light sleeping grandmother (her mother), sleeping just inches away on the other side of a thin wall. She moved my cock at least three times from in her pussy to lying against my belly. At one point
she moved my hands to grasp her tits and showed me how to squeeze and pull on her nipples.
All this time in addition to the fantastic feeling shooting throughout my eleven-year-old body the
site of her sitting tall above me… her sweating tits swinging back and forth…. erect nipples for me
to study and touch, gave me an image I can still remember after all these years. It was erotica
(like they say), on steroids. Maybe I never came, maybe I did, or maybe I was coming all the time, a kind of half hour never
ending cum. But it was clear to me when my mother came. She tensed… there was an almost
surprised look on her pretty face… her closed eyes clenched shut tightly… her pussy held my cock
firmly as if to drain it, and her body pushed down hard on my cock swallowing the young stiff
member. Her only words were in a strained whisper, “Fuck… fuck… fuck… oh, god yes… fuck,
fuck, fuck … .awwwwwwwwww!” Finally finished, she seemed to deflate exhausted. She bent forward resting on me, her tits
pushed into my chest. She gave me a long last kiss and partially opened her eyes. “Did my King Arthur like that?” “Oh, yes.” I took a deep breath as my heart began to slow down. “A whole lot.” “Good. This has to be our little secret, King Arthur. Now it’s time to sleep. If you have to pee,
you will be careful that you don’t wake your grandmother won’t you.” She settled down next to
me. “I don’t need to pee.” “Good. Good night, baby.” “Good night, Princess Guinevere.” I could feel myself drifting to sleep. The last thing I could see was the street light outlining my
mother’s body. The last thing I felt was her hand lightly holding my cock. The End
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THE MIDNIGHT PRINCESS

Cont…“Wake up baby King Arthur… Be very quiet. We don’t want to wake Grand Mother in the next
room do we? Your Princess Guinevere wants to serve her master.” Her tongue would continue to
touch the edge of my ear and set my brain tingling, simmering as my desire grew. Oh, god, yes! I
knew we were going to play grown up sex again. Her hand would slide ever so slowly over my stomach, at times avoiding while teasing my
hardening little boy cock. Then she would gently push my pajama bottoms down to my knees.
Her tongue tickled my ear again… her hand brushed back and forth over my belly, but not so
much to tickle, but in a special way to excite a need I couldn’t describe or understand. My
stomach muscles would tense and my cock would get so hard it would hurt! Still… such a sweet,
sweet pain. I could feel the warmth of her soft skin touching me under the sheet and blanket. I could smell, ‘her smell, her life-ness, her energy’ beside me nude. “How is my young King Arthur tonight?” she would ask as she sucked on my small ear lobe. I
could feel her smile in the dark, her lips hot and wet. I could smell the wine she had been
drinking… a pleasant teasing grape perfume. “Good, Mommy. Your hand feels really nice,” I said “Not Mommy, dear King… remember our game. I’m your Princess Guinevere. I’ve come to visit
you while you sleep” “I, I forgot Princess… Princess Guinevere. You haven’t been here since Saturday. I’ve missed you
a lot.” “I’m so sorry dear King.” I could see her lips turn up in a smile in shades of grey. “I’ll make it up
to you tonight.” Her smooth soft hands surrounded my boyish hardness and squeezed teasingly.
“I think my young King Arthur likes what his Princess Guinevere does with his mighty sword.”
Her fingers explored up and down the tender skin of my hairless cock and cupped my smooth
tight ball sack in her fingers. Her fingers floated over the skin of my belly, cock, balls, and thighs
with the delicate touch of a feather, almost not touching but touching all the same. “Does that feel good sweet King?” she asked in a whispered purr. “Do you like me to touch your
magic sword?” she would whisper so secretly I would think the voice was inside my head. “Oh, yes… yes… oh… oh… that feels super cool Princess…yah, yah, oooooh…” The stampede of
thrilling feelings that my mother’s touch was causing in my privates spread in electric waves over
my body like some force that had come alive in my veins.“Push your jammies off, King Arthur, and spread your legs for your Princess Guinevere. I want
to see how big you’re getting down there. Maybe you don’t even want your Princess tonight,” she
said in a pretend disappointed voice. “I can tell when I see your sword dear Sir.” She pushed
the bed clothes off of us, while I kicked off my pajama bottoms pulled my knees up a bit and
spread my match stick legs wide. The street light spread a wide ray of light across our bed and shone on my hard totally smooth
cock. Mom stared in satisfaction then took my cock in her hand and for not the first time
measured its length. “My, my young King, it is getting bigger all the time and I can see you’re
really glad to see me.” She used the width of her fingers to measure. “See my Lord, your magic
sword was just five fingers long and now it is six. What a beautiful sword you have King
Arthur… so, so handsome.” She squeezed and pulled gently at my cock for a minute or two obviously pleased to be playing with it. We were both pleased. She looked at me again and again smiled in the dim light. Pushing my legs apart even further
she slid a hand down between my thighs. The next thing I felt was her wet finger sliding back
and forth over my ass hole. I thought she was going to stick her finger in me, like I sometimes
did myself, but she didn’t. She just teased my rose bud and moved on. Again she was watching
my face to see how I liked what she was doing. I’m sure she could tell I liked it fine. She was firmly moving my cock up and down when she bent toward me and kissed my lips, her
tongue pushed into my mouth, her tongue wove around mine in a thrilling new adventure. She
tasted of wine, love, and sweetness. Because she had bent down so close to kiss me her big soft
tits draped onto my chest. I could feel my mother’s hard nipples dragging across my belly as she
moved. She had played with my cock several times but no more than that except that I had caught
movement of her hand between her own thighs more than once. “Do I have permission to show
my King Arthur something new tonight, something fun for his great sword?” She said while she
played with one of my nipples. “Of course, Princess… Anything you like.” “Remember not to make any noise dear King. We must be very quiet.” She turned at my side
and bent over my cock that she was still holding upright, I could see for the first time in the dim
light the hungry, wonton desire in her eyes her wet lips and open mouth. She wet her lips again
looking at my dick as if she were going to devour it. Then she bent down and my little boy cock
disappeared into her mouth.

THE MIDNIGHT PRINCESS

I’m sure there have to have been some early background for the story I’m about to tell, the back
story like they say. But I don’t remember any. Or if I recall some strange bits of what I
remember from back then, I think it’s probably childish day dreaming or just made up in the, ‘I
wish it were true section’, in the back of my adult mind. But let me just stick with what I know happened on one of many, many nights beginning as best
as I can deduce, in the spring or early summer of nineteen forty-five. I would have been eleven
years old then, my dad; a soldier was still in Europe doing whatever soldiers were doing in
Europe that year. We patiently waited for him at home. My mother, baby sister and I all slept in one room in my grandparent’s home, my mother and I
shared an old fashioned double bed with little Jenifer in a crib next to a closet. All of the many,
but irregular and delightful midnight intrusions were more or less similar throughout the spring,
summer, and fall and on into winter of the next year. I think, dear reader, you can imagine, perhaps even share, my enchantment, delight and thrill
(once I recovered from my initial confusion and fear) with the late night contacts. A satisfied
smile is spreading over my face even now as I recall the happy times with my Princess Guinevere.
It always started pleasingly the same way with my Secret Princess gently waking me with kisses
and warm wandering hands and tapping totally into my soul’s desires.
But wait… my pleasure at the telling of my tale has me getting ahead of myself. Let me set the
scene that you might enjoy the sinful event as much as I. Long before midnight I would always be asleep, even on those nights I had told myself I would
just close my eyes and, ‘pretend sleep’. Our room was dark except for a street light on the street
in front of our house, not far from our one window. The street was always quiet with little or no
traffic late at night, so the house was very quiet. The one window facing the street allowed the
soft yellow light to steal into our room like a bashful intruder. It seeped into the room and made
objects it touched glow as if fluorescent, the shabbiness hidden for the night. Lying in bed just before sleep took me away I could look across the room and watch the street light; it seemed
sometimes to wink at me… it was my buddy. Other times a windblown branch would cast a
shadow on the window pane, wave for a moment, then quickly slide out of sight. The street light
was comforting, we were special friends. Eventually leaden eye lids would close on their own
and the street light would become my sentry. I don’t know what time my midnight princess would actually wake me, it may well have been
past midnight. Her gentle soft touches found cock and her softer honey sweet whispers, her lips
touching my ear, slowly stirred my mind. I remember smiling in the semi-dark at the feel of her.
I wanted to feel our bodies touch again… like last time… touch all over…..cont on my next post

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