That night no cops came though, and the next day the fishing was great. I got back around the same time, but waited to hit the showers an hour later than I had the night before. They were empty thank heavens, but they didnât stay empty; I was showering and relaxing when I saw the same boy from the night before come in through the doorway to the showers. He waved at me and I couldnât help but wave back. The biggest shock came next, as then he turned around and pulled his pants down, spreading his ass apart the same way I had the night before. I instantly became hard, but I was not going to be drawn into this again. I said âno, donât do that.â He turned to me and I saw his penis was hard, âBut I want to,â he said. âI liked last night and I waited for you to come shower so I could do what you did for me last night. I want you to do what I did.â And with that he turned back around and spread his ass open again. My cock and my brain were arguing when I went over to him and softly put my hands on his hips. Shit shit shit, I thought as I touched him; now Iâm done for. I kneeled down behind him and started to lick his asshole. He giggled, saying that it felt good but that it tickled. I giggled back. I slid one of my hands up the inside of his leg until I found his little balls and rubbed them gently before I fondled his cock. With my tongue burrowing in his ass I felt him come into my hand in tiny spurts; knowing how he reacted to coming the night before I withdrew immediately, and like the night before he blushed pulling his pants up quickly. This time though, he didnât leave. He shuffled a bit before he asked if he could do that to me. My resolve was long gone, âIâd like that,â I said, and turned and bent over. It took a moment for him to get up the nerve, but soon I felt his tongue against my asshole and a moment later I felt his tiny hand touching my cock. He did the very same things I did until he asked why I wasnât coming like he did. âIâm olderâ I told him, âit takes more to make men come than boys.â âLike what?â he asked. âWell,â I said, âsometimes men come during blowjobs or intercourse or hand jobs like what I gave you, but usually during intercourse,â and I explained all of those things to him. He said âwell lets have intercourse then, so that you can come like I did.â I told him that was impossible but he turned around and pulled his pants down, pointing at his bottom and saying you can do it in here. I laughed out loud. I said, âno I canât, it would hurt you too much.â He whined that he wanted to have intercourse like older people, and I explained why it wasnât the same. Then he asked if he could penetrate me! The thought hadnât crossed my mind, in fact none of the events happening had crossed my mind, but he had a point. I said ok, if he really wanted to. For some reason I felt better that he was doing it to me rather than the other way around, but that was just my cock thinking. Regardless, I bent over for him as he pulled his pants down, his young cock hard again already. I told him that he needed to put it in slowly, but when I felt the tip of his tiny cock against my ass I wanted him to shove it in as deep and hard as he could, but I tried to be patient. He slid in easily and I asked him how it felt, but I didnât get the question out before I felt him coming inside my ass. I sighed. Shit shit shit, I thought, not only is this so very wrong but Iâm going to never come myself. He pulled out of me, but he wasnât blushing and he wasnât beet red, instead he hugged me and said thank you before he pulled his pants up and scurried out of the shower facility.
The next day was my last day of camping, and that night I waited 2 full hours later than usual to use the showers. I showered, alone thankfully. Cleaned up, and left the facility without so much as a fly intruding on me. I thought thankfully, that my last night would be a normal night even if it was a later night than usual. I made my way back to the camp, threw on some wood and drank a few beers before I decided it was time to sleep. I unzipped my tent and to get in and stopped, shocked at what I saw in the dim light coming towards me. There was the boy from the shower, being carried by what had to be his father, curled up and softly crying on his shoulder. I started to back away but the man spoke first âah, sorry to barge in on you but it got late and my son was throwing a fit cause he wanted to see you and its our last night here and he said he knew you; Sayâs youâre quite the fisherman. I apologize but you know what itâs like trying to console a distraught child.â I was dumbstruck and speechless. The man noticed, continuing slowly âSo⌠does he know you or is he just playing me for the fool and having me bother you for no reason,â adding an uncomfortable chuckle. I gave in and plopped down in my chair and offered him a seat at the picnic table. I grabbed a beer, tossed him one (which he caught even with his son in his arms,) and waited for him to kick my ass. His boy started to rouse, only half awake in his pajamas, but began explaining (for me more than his father) that I met him while he was swimming near to where I was fishing. I was more than willing to play along; his story was better than me being pummeled by his father. Besides, what was I going to say, your boy fucked me last night, and I jerked him off the night before, but I havenât come in over a week so itâs all ok. No. Not so much. The boy came over then, though, and sat on my lap and I thought shit shit shit, Iâm dead as soon as his father can reach me, but his dad didnât say anything or even react. Well then itâs all true, his dad said; I wanted to make sure he hadnât been making up stories, but sure enough youâre where he said youâd be and everything, I would just appreciate you giving me a call when youâre done fishing so we can come get him, weâre setting off around 9. I was in shock; fishing⌠with the boy⌠call them?⌠Pick him up?âŚ. What the fuck was going on I wondered, but he gave me his number and we had a few more beers, all the while his son was curled up on my lap with my hard cock pressing against his bottom. I was being manipulated by a little boy, but I was also willing to go along with anything to keep from being murdered at that moment. As the man got up to leave I asked what time the little guy would be ready to go fishing and made an effort to pass the boy to him, but he stopped me, saying his camper was just on the other side of the shower facility, and that if I needed anything to holler, but that he wouldnât be up as early as us when we went to go fishing. Uh-huh I said, and away he went. I didnât know what to think; I was in shock and awe and all I knew for sure was that my erection had found its way out of the flap in my shorts, and from the boyâs squirming was pressing firmly against his asshole. I didnât even know if he was awake at that point, but the only thing keeping me from impaling him on my cock was the very thin layer of pajamas, and the longer he stayed on my lap, the more my cock pulsed, and the more my cock pulsed the more that thin layer of cotton gave way. I sighed loudly, asking if he was awake, but got no response. Instead he shifted, curling his head into my neck; that bit of wiggling put the head of my cock deeper against his asshole, and I could tell there wasnât much of his pajamas left to hold it back. I knew that my pre-come wasnât helping either, the wetness against the cloth was making them stretch, and before long I knew something was going to give. I snatched up my beer and slammed it, then grabbed a cigarette and lit it, hoping to get my erection down, but it didnât work. I felt the boyâs warm breath on my neck every time he breathed, and I wasnât going to lose my boner while I felt that. I decided I would pick him up, put him in the tent, and sleep on the picnic table, but I was too late. The boy shifted in my lap, and his pajamas tore slightly, the very tip of my cock entering his ass. I was stuck. If I moved at all I was going to enter him, and I didnât know what the consequences of that would be. I certainly didnât want to hurt him, and for crying out loud I think he was asleep. I didnât know how to move him, and again I paused, lit a cigarette and hoped my boner would die down, but it wouldnât and it was getting chilly and I could tell the boy was getting cold. He nuzzled closer and with his movement the head of my cock entered him. I was beside myself and panicked and was about to lift him off of me when he whispered that it felt good, but that he was really sleepy and how sorry he was, snuggling back against me he fell back to sleep. Shit shit shit I thought. None of this was good; I was entranced by a little boy sleeping on my lap, and it was getting worse the longer he stayed there, but my cock was raging and I was losing my resolve to fight it. When I lost the fight, finally, I relaxed the way I was holding the boy on my lap, and let his weight settle down onto me. My cock slowly entered him as he settled onto my lap and his head came up, wide eyed and a bit frightened⌠âitâs too bigâ he said, but didnât move to get away. And he was right; I was much too big for him, even just a couple inches in. he leaned into me and hugged my neck and said but it feels good too. I held him tight as he descended onto my shaft. He whispered into my neck that he was coming and I smiled. I could feel his asshole clamp down on my cock each time his come spurted, milking my cock with his orgasm, and as his final spurts made his ass tighten on me I began to fill him with my own orgasm. I whispered I am too.
