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   KOA Kid

   What a way to begin a new day.  The sunshine streaming in the window and
the sound of birds singing.  I managed to get to my watch and focus enough
to see that the time was after 10:00 a.m.  It felt good to sleep in after a
long day of driving.  I packed up my RV and headed for fresh air and
solitude.  I arrived at the Shady Creek KOA Campground just before midnight
and by the time I got things settled into my assigned spot, it was after
1:30 a.m.  I've never been much of a morning person, so I began my routine
with coffee and cold cereal for breakfast.  Afterwards, I found a spot
under a large tree to begin my work.  As a writer, I often enjoyed the
flexibility it afforded me to work anywhere I wanted.  I routinely used my
RV for a change of scenery.

   KOA Campgrounds aren't the most quiet of the RV Parks, but I had another
purpose for selecting this site.  During the summer months these RV Parks
were full of families.  And families meant that kids were all over the
place.  I particularly enjoyed seeing the boys run around and play.  I've
been attracted to preadolescent boys since I was a teenager.  This
attraction results in my lack of a female companion.  While I enjoy the
company of women, I have never been sexually attracted to them.  I tend to
date women that have unusually small breast and a thin ass.  Well, in fact,
each of them tended to have a boyish look.  In bed, I struggle to keep an
erection.  While receiving a blowjob from one of my dates, I usually close
my eyes and pretend it's a boy sucking on my penis.  The only way I can
stay hard long enough to have intercourse is to have her in the doggie
style position while I pump her from behind.  Again, I typically grip her
thin ass and pretend I'm pounding a boy of about 11 or 12.  Since I have
been too afraid to actually mess around with a boy, this has created a
great sense of sexual frustration over the years.

   As the day wore on, I continued to write while watching the local
scenery.  Yes, it was nice to see the wooded area around this beautiful
lake, but it was the children that caught my eye.  There were many kids
playing around the campground.  Most were brothers and sisters playing
among themselves and then making friends with other kids.  I noticed that
one kid seemed to be a loner.  He looked to be about 12 years old with
straight brown hair.  He looked as if he might be a little overdue for a
haircut.  He had dark brown eyes and a perfectly formed smooth nose and
lips.

   He would keep a distance from the other kids and watch them play. 
Usually throwing rocks at a tree or tossing sticks into the lake, he showed
little interest in joining the other kids.  They seemed to sense that he
was a loner and they stayed away from him.  It didn't take him long to
notice me.  In fact, he may have sensed that I was watching him.  He began
to hang near me, but made no attempt to come close or to speak.  If I
looked in his direction, he would look away or duck behind a tree or a
camper.  I assumed he was shy, but it was fun to watch him throughout the
day.  As I watch boys, I like to talk under my breath in a low voice and
this kid was no different.  "Come here son, It's time for your feeding so
I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth.  Now you be a good boy and suck
on it or I will have to punish you....  That's it boy....  Suck on it
good." I whispered while looking right at him.

   The next day couple of days where much the same.  I sat watching this
kid while trying to write and nurse the erection pounding in my pants.  At
least a couple times during the day, I would excuse my self to my RV, and
watch out the window for my little friend.  Thinking that no one was
watching, he then move in closer to explore the items I left outside.  I
would drop my shorts and underwear, grab some lotion, and begin to stroke
my rock hard dick.  I used my imagination to place this kid in front of me
wearing nothing but underwear.  I would quickly yank them down to his
ankles and force him over the edge of my bed on his stomach.  Wasting no
time, I would rub a healthy portion of lotion into his crack and in his
tight boy hole.  As I watched the kid and stroked my penis, I envisioned I
was working my 7" dick into his tight hole as he protested.  It slipped in
and he jumped.  Holding him tight, I began to move it in and out.  As his
virgin ass began to loosen and adjust to the violation, each thrust became
easier and faster.  I pictured myself pounding him at full speed and I
stroked my dick as hard and fast as I could.  I made an effort to keep my
eyes on this kid out the window as I shot several loads of sperm onto the
floor of the RV.  Only then closing my eyes to see the image of this boy
forced down under me as I continued to slowly pump my seed into his bowels.
These little retreats would allow me to go back to work and actually get a
little work done.

   The following morning, it was time for me to pull up and move on.  I
wanted to make my way to the beach to get a good spot before the weekend
crowd arrived.  After working a couple of hours and watching my friend, I
began to pack up.  This seemed to evoke more interest from my friend.  He
watched intently, but still never approached.  I walk down the road to the
office to pay my bill and to pick up some supplies.  I returned to my RV
and closed the cabin door before getting behind the wheel and driving out.
I looked around for the loner kid hoping to get one last look for the road,
but he was not to be found.

   After a couple of hours, I turned the radio off for a little quiet time.
It was a beautiful day for a drive from the mountains towards the coast.  I
hoped to arrive before dark.  At that moment, my thoughts were interrupted
by a noise from the back.  Instantly, I expected something wasn't secured
and had fallen.  Instinctively, I turned for a quick look to determine if I
needed to pull off of the road.  I couldn't see anything out of place. 
Looking back for a couple my quick glances, I noticed a sneaker poking from
underneath the blankets on my bed.  My heart raced as I surveyed my
situation.  Someone must have climbed aboard when I walked to the office.
How careless of me to leave the doors unlocked.  I kept looking back to
make sure I wasn't about to be jumped by someone.  I quickly pulled off the
road and parked.  Grabbing a wooden stick I kept hidden under my seat, I
began to walk slowly to the back.  "I don't know who the hell you are or
what you want, but I have a weapon," I yelled in a strong voice.  Inside, I
was about to piss my pants.  I'm no fighter.

   "Don't hurt me....please...don't hurt me!" I could tell it was a kid.  I
dropped my fight stance and walked to the bed.  I grabbed the blankets and
yanked them away to reveal the boy from the KOA Campground.  "No... don't
hurt me!  I'm sorry...." he yelled.

   "Relax kid," I said "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.  "I
don't know," he answered in a soft voice.  "That's not good enough," I told
him.  "I need answers." He dropped his chin towards the ground and looked
for the courage to respond.  "I was just lookin round ur camper when you
left.  I didn't know you was comin back so fast," he answered.

   "But why didn't you say something" I yelled.  "We are over a hundred
miles from your camp." He shrugged his shoulders to indicate he wasn't
offering anymore information.  Just then a large 18 wheeled truck flew by
and rocked the camper.  "I'm going to get us off this road before we get
killed," I offered.  "You stay on the bed and don't move," I ordered.  The
boy didn't answer, but did exactly as I said.

   I got back behind the wheel and carefully moved back onto the road.  I
continued down the winding mountain wilderness road as I looked for a safe
place to pull off to sort this thing out.  There were narrow shoulders to
pull off, but I didn't want to risk getting in an accident.  "That's all I
needed," I thought to myself.  I continued to drive and glanced back to
check on the kid.  He was sitting up and watching me as instructed.  I was
calm at this point, and seeing him look so helpless and obedient, got me
excited.  My erection was back and my mind began to respond as well.  I
wasn't thinking about how to solve this problem anymore, I was entertaining
ideas about how to fulfill my fantasies with this kid.  The voice of reason
attempted to work into the voiceless conversation, but was quickly getting
drowned out by the testosterone coursing through my veins.

   I saw a sign for a trailhead and turned off on to a gravel road.  I was
hoping this area might be secluded.  I drove for about 40 minutes before
making it to a small gravel parking area used by hikers to access a trail
leading deep into the wilderness.  As luck would have it, there was no sign
of people or vehicles.  It was unlikely that hikers would start out this
late in the day, so I was thinking we might be alone.  I parked the RV and
turned the engine off.  I sat there looking around.  This was certainly
secluded.  I had not seen another person since leaving the main road.

   I knew exactly what I wanted to do.  I rehearsed this scenario while
jerking off for years.  I didn't need ideas.  I was sitting there working
up the courage.  The kid sat silent and watched.  After more than 15
minutes, I was ready.

   I moved from my seat into the cabin.  I walked to the back and stood in
front of the boy.  "Now, tell me how this happened?" I asked.  "And don't
give me any bull shit story," I demanded.  I could see the kid's eyes
looking up and around.  He was thinking up something to say.

   "I, I was afraid!" he said.  "A man was chasin me an I jumped in here to
hide," I seemed satisfied with his answer.

   "Really...." I responded with skepticism.  "So how come you didn't say
anything even after we left the campground?" I asked.  He was searching for
an answer, but didn't offer anything right away.  "I WANT THE TRUTH!" I
yelled.  Taking a breath to calm down.

   The boy sat watching me with his eyes wide with fear. 
"Ohhhh...ohhhh...okay," he offered with hesitation.  I could see that he
was looking for another approach to this situation.  "The truth is....  I
didn't think you was comin back so soon.....an when you did, I got scared
and hid under ur bed covers.  I didn't know what ta do when ya started ta
drive.  I was afraid an then I guess I fell asleep," he answered and then
swallowed hard waiting to see my reaction.

   "That sounds more like the truth," I offered.  It was obvious he was
relieved.  "Now, why did you get in my RV in the first place?" I asked.

   "I jus wanted to talk to ya...I guess," I answered.  "You smiled at me
before an I though you was kinda nice.....  Nobody really likes me," he
answered with a tone of loneness.

   "What about your parents?" I asked.  "They must be worried sick about
you," I continued.

   "No sir....  I live with my uncle Hank," he said.  "We live at
campgrounds till they make us leave then we go to another one.....  my
uncle drinks all the time an he don't usually know nothing bout where I
go," he explained.

   "But won't he be looking for you soon?" I asked.

   "No sir....he stayed up drinkin all night and he's gonna sleep till it's
dark," he explained.  I was thinking to myself that this might actually be
possible.  I would never have another chance like this again.  It's now or
never.  I looked out the windows once again.  Not a soul in sight.  I could
not pass up this opportunity and it was time to get started.

   "Ok...what's your name and how old are you anyway?" I asked.

   "My name is Zack an I'm 11," he offered.

   "Well Zack, how do you plan to get back to your uncle?" I asked.

   He looked at me with surprise on his face.  "Can't you take me back?" he
asked with nervousness in his voice.

   "I don't know...that's over a hundred miles back and gas cost a fortune
for these things.  Do you have any money to pay for my gas?" I asked.

   "No sir." He whispered.  "Pleeeese sir....take me back home."

   "Well I might be willing to do that or I could put you out here and let
you make it on your own," I responded.  He looked outside at the wilderness
and dropped his head as he began to cry softly.  "Are you afraid for me to
leave you here?" I asked.  He responded by slightly shaking his head to
indicate he was.

   "Zack....I'm going to do you a favor this time.  I'll agree to take you
back." I offered.  He looked up with excitement and relief.  "But..........
I think you need to be taught a lesson for what you did," I finished.

   "But I know now.  I ain't never doin this no more." I said.

   "I'm glad to hear that....but it doesn't change the fact that you should
be punished," I said.

   He looked up with concern and said, "but what are ya gonna do?"

   "You'll see," I said.  I then pulled down the shades for each of the
windows and locked the doors.  I pulled the curtain to separate us from the
driver's cabin and returned to the back.  Zack had a worried look on his
face.  I sat next to him and placed my arm on his shoulder.  My penis was
as hard as it's ever been.  "Zack, I'll take you back home, but I need to
teach this for your own benefit.  What happens to little boy's when they
misbehave?" I asked.

   "They get a whippin?" he responded with a question.

   "That's exactly right," I answered.

   "But, but I'm not a little boy, I'm eleven," he said.

   "You're not too old for a spanking.  I was getting them when I was
driving a car," I answered.

   "Pleeeease mister.....I'll be good.  I won't never do this again," he
said attempting to change my mind.

   "Stand up, Zack!" I ordered.  He hesitated and I took him by the arm and
then stood up in front of me while I remained seated on the bed.  I reached
down and grabbed his right shoe.  Instinctively, he reached for my
shoulders to steady himself as I raised it and removed his shoe.  I then
did the same with the other foot.

   I reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.  He raised his
arms as I wrested it over his head.  "What are you doin?" he asked but was
careful not to sound demanding.  I didn't answer him or acknowledge his
question.  His chest was bare and smooth.  It looked almost flawless with
only a couple of tiny brown freckles.  His dime sized nipples were slightly
darker brown than his tanned chest.  His breathing was getting faster.

   I reached for his shorts and stopped to look into his frightened little
face.  His brow was wrinkled with concern for what was about to happen.  I
unsnapped his pants and unzipped them.  He began to cry as my breathing
became heavier with excitement.  I pulled his pants down to his ankles.  He
was standing in front of me wearing only his white cotton briefs and his
white ankle socks.  Neither were in very good shape.  The bottom of his
socks were covered in dirt as if he routinely ran around without shoes. 
His underwear was equally as bad.  I could see that they had not been
washed in weeks.  His small bulge highlighted weeks of yellow stains
created when he dribbled in his pants after going to pee.  It was at this
point that noticed he smelled of sweat and urine.

   He stood motionless except for his rapid breathing.  Tears rolled down
his face and he cried softly.  I was so excited I couldn't wait a minute
longer.  Besides, I didn't want to take a chance that we might be
interrupted.  Or worst....  Caught in the act.

   I reached for the waistband on his dirty underwear.  He grabbed my hands
and asked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?"

   "Well Zack.....you said yourself you were 11 right?" I asked.

   "Yeah"

   "Well....  A boy your age can't get the same spanking a little boy would
get.  I'm going to need to remove your clothes for this to do any good." I
answered.

   "Nooooooooo......pleeeeeeease don't take my cloths off.  It's gonna hurt
too bad....pleeeeeeeease," he begged as he continued to cry.

   "I promise you....it's going to hurt.  Now move your hands away or I'm
going to get mad.  At the moment, I'm calm.  Do I make myself clear?" I
said.

   He continued to cry louder as he removed his hands.  I turned him around
facing away from me and then began to pull his underwear down in the back.
I could see the beginning of his crack and kept going at a steady pace. 
Within a few seconds, I could see his sweet round butt.  I stood watching
with amazement so much that I didn't even notice that his crying had gotten
louder.

   I put my nose up to his crack, but didn't make contact.  I breathed in
to smell his little bottom.  It reeked of a musty odor.  It was smooth and
white in contrast to the tan line at his waist.  I turned him back around
facing me.  I wanted to see his little penis as quickly as possible.

   I returned my hands to his waist and grabbed his elastic band and began
to lower his underwear.  His cries had softened a little, but now was
getting louder as his underwear was lowered.  I could see his beautiful
groin coming down from his slightly rounded belly.  I pulled his briefs
down to reveal his limp little penis.  It looked incredibly small.  I
noticed he was uncircumcised, as I brought them down to his ankles.  I
instructed the boy to step out and he held onto my shoulders as he did.

   I stood and moved some pillows to the edge of the bed, and instructed
the child to lay over the edge of the bed.  He cried louder as he lowered
himself into position.  I needed something to spank him with, I thought to
myself.  I reached over and opened my closet and pulled out a black leather
belt.  Zack had his head turned to watch my every move.  When he saw the
belt, he attempted to get up and began to cry loudly. 
"Noooooooo...pleeeeeeeeeease..nooooooooooooo.  not with a belt! 
"Pleeeeeeeeease dooooon't I'll be gooood I promise..noooooooooooooo," he
begged.

   I grabbed him and pushed him back down into place.  He reached back with
both hands and attempted to cover his bottom; I grabbed both hands sternly
and placed his wrist together.  Holding them with my left hand, I took the
belt into my right hand.  The boy watched with the side of his face pressed
against the bed.  I raised the belt up high and paused.  He closed his eyes
tight and his ass cheeks tensed in anticipation of the assault.  I
continued to wait and watched his bottom.  Unable to hold his buttocks
tight for more than a few seconds, he released the tension to reform his
round sweet perfectly shaped boy butt.  Then he tightened up again.  This
continued as he waited with his eyes closed.

   I brought the belt down swiftly.  SMACK "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww." He yelled
loudly.  He attempted to wiggle away, but I gripped his small body firmly.
I raised the belt back up as I noticed a mark over his cheeks.  Mostly the
right one.  I moved back a little to get more on both cheeks.  SMACK
"Owwwwwwwwww.  Nooooooooooooo.  Pleeeeeeeeeeeease Stoooooooooooop." SMACK
SMACK

   "Ohhhhhh Owwwwwwww.  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh my god!  No No No No No Pleeeeeease
Dooooon't." SMACK SMACK SMACK "Nooooooooooooo.  Doooooooon't.  I
Proooooooomise.  Noooooooooooooo." He continued to cry for mercy.

   I noticed I had several stripes forming across his otherwise smooth ass.
I was turned on like never before.  Part of me didn't want to hurt this
little guy, but having him submissive to my control was a major turn on. 
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

   "Owwwwwwww....owwwwwwww.  Stop it you asshole!!!!" he yelled to my
surprise.  In fact it pissed me off.

   "So I'm an asshole, huh?" I barked.

   "No No No I didn't mean it.  I'm sorry.  I'll be good.  Pleeeease Stop."
He begged.

   "Oh no!  I heard you and I think I know what you need," I responded as I
dropped the belt and flipped him over on his back.  His bottom was still
over the edge.  I grabbed his legs and lifted them up.  "Grab your ankles,"
I ordered.  He did as I said while he continued to sob.  I pushed his legs
back more and instructed him to hold it tight.  This left him in the diaper
position.  Named because It looks as if he is about to have a diaper
change. The purpose of course was to reveal his crack and his tight little
asshole.

   "Since you think I'm an asshole." I said.  SMACK I laid one right in his
crack.  He dropped his legs and rolled onto his side and curled up. 
"OHHHHHHHHHHH.  OH OH OH OH MMMMMMY GOD!  NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE STOOOOOOP!" he begged loudly.

   "Get back into position," I yelled.  He didn't moved as he continued to
beg and cry.  SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I
spanked him all over his ass and his legs.  He danced and squirmed around
the bed to attempt to get away and continued to cry loudly.

   "I'll only tell you one more time to get back into position." I
demanded. He continued his sobbing, but started to raise his legs and
reached slowly for his ankles.  I pushed them back farther and told him to
hold tight.  He stopped crying so he could hold his breath and tighten up
his face in anticipation.  I pulled on one of his cheeks with my left hand
and raised the belt to angle down his crack with my right hand.  SMACK

   He let out a yell as the belt struck his anus and the tip snapped
against his balls.  "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW OWWWWWWWWWWW OWW OWW OWW OWW OWW OWW
OWW Oww Oww owwwwwwww," his cries started at a very loud yell and then
began to calm a little.  He was very careful to maintain the hold on his
ankles.

   I dropped the belt and pulled his hands from his ankles to free them. 
He kept his eyes closed and cried as he rolled to his side.  He began to
gag as he struggled to breath and cry at the same time.

   I had more to do before this living fantasy was over.  I was a little
surprised that I had been so rough with the boy.  I wasn't sure where that
came from, but my hormones were raging.  Watching the boy lie naked on my
bed and cry, I wanted to offer him tender consolation.  I lie next to him
and began to comb his hair from his face with my fingers and threw my arm
around his spent body.  "Shhhhhhhhhh Your ok now.  It's over," I offered. I
reached over and kissed his forehead, but moved back quickly.  The added
sweat, tears, and snot had the boy smelling awful.  It was bad enough to
soften my erection.  I had to do something.

   I stood up and decided I needed to clean him up.  I moved over to the
bathroom and stepped inside careful to watch out the door of the small
room. I didn't want to be chasing a naked and bruised kid through the
woods. It might be hard to explain if someone happened along.  I turned on
the water to the small bathtub.  Actually, it was the base of a shower, but
was large enough for a child.  I figured I had enough hot water left in the
tanks for a shallow bath.

   After the warm water was in the tub, I returned to Zack.  He was only
crying softly at this point.  I took him by the arm and instructed him to
come with me.  He hesitated and looked around in an attempt to see what was
going to happen next.  "It's ok, buddy.  Your spanking is over as long as
you do what I say.  Come in here.  I'm going to clean you up a little."

   He followed me to the door and I led him in first.  It was tight in this
small room, but I managed.  "Get in." I said.  He got in and started to sit
down.  As he did, he stopped and lifted his bottom and took a long breath
to relieve the pain.  I held him up and let him take it slow.  Once in, I
soaped up a wash cloth and began to wash his body.  I continued until I had
soaped up his neck to his waist and his legs.  He was filthy.  I used the
shower sprayer to rinse him off.  I then washed his hair, soaped up his
face, washed his ears, and then rinsed him good.  I dried his face to make
him feel better before instructing him to stand.  I soaped up his groin. 
As I began to wash his penis and testicles, he reached to stop me.  I
grabbed his hand and looked him in the face.  All I had to do was to shake
my head "no" and gently move his hands away.  He got the message and
offered no further protest.

   I continued to wash his private parts again.  I pulled back his foreskin
and washed his shaft and the head of his penis.  As I did, he began to get
hard.  I looked up at him with his little stiff 3" penis in my hand.  His
face turned a bright color to match his ass.  I dropped the washcloth and
kept stroking his penis up and down in my cupped hand has he closed his
eyes.  I could see that this was foreign but enjoyable for him.  Then I
turned him around and gently rubbed his bottom.  He flinched as I began,
but I was as careful as possible.  I took my bare hands covered with soap
and rubbed up and down his crack.  I focused on his anus with my fingers. I
circled his tight little pink pucker and noticed his anus kept clinching as
the reflex action worked to protect intrusion.  I rinsed the boy and lead
him out.

   With a large soft towel, I carefully dried the 11 year old boy.  His
cries were reduced to whimpers at this point.  I took my toothbrush and
loaded it with toothpaste.  Grabbing his face, I forced his mouth open and
put the toothbrush in his mouth.  I began to brush his teeth briskly.  I
suspect this wasn't something he did very often for himself.  I led him to
the sink to rinse his mouth which he did.

   I placed him on his back on the bed.  He was careful to protect his raw
bottom.  I stood over him and removed my shirt.  I then took off my shoes
and socks as he watched with a puzzled look.  As I unsnapped my pants and
let them drop, he could see my large bulging penis.  His eyes widened with
concern.  I quickly yanked my boxers from my waist and stepped out.  My 7"
penis was pointing up to my belly with anticipation.

   I grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted it into my right hand.  I
moved close to the boy and rolled him onto his side and I sat next to his
clean fresh smelling body.  I placed my right hand into his crack and
spread the lotion in.  I rubbed it around his anus and circled his tight
pucker with my fingers.  I ran my middle finger inside and griped the boy
with my other hand.  He flinched, but I pressed his head down against the
bed to maintain his position.  I ran the finger in and out a few times
before adding a second.  I ran both in and repeated the process.  Zack
whimpered and offered a slight protest.  "Dooooon't to that.  It feels
weird.  It hurts.  Pleeeeeease."

   With my left arm wrapped around his chest, and leaning against him with
my body, I thrust a third finger in his tight boy hole.  I expected it to
hurt and prepared for a reaction.  He jerked to fight, but was unable to
resist the grip I had on him with my entire body against his small frame.
He cried softly as I finger fucked his virgin hole for a few minutes.  I
wanted to prepare him to receive my penis, but enjoyed watching his
wrenched face as I worked my fingers in and out at an increasing pace.

   Unable to wait a minute more, I had to get inside this boy.  I put the
boy on his back again and moved him to the edge of the bed.  I spread his
legs wide and lifted them up like before.  The look on his face indicated
he was expected more smacks with the belt.  I didn't say anything as I
stood on my knees between his spread legs.  My penis was hard as a rock,
and had a string of clear precum hanging to the bed.  I rubbed lotion on my
dick and positioned myself closer to the child.  I pushed his legs back to
the boy's shoulders which raised his anus up.

   With Zack looking into my eyes, I laid my penis into his slippery crack
and began to rub it up and down.  I continued this motion for a few moments
as Zack demonstrated a look of puzzlement and worry.  With my right hand, I
reached down and grabbed my penis.  I ran the purple head to meet with the
boy's tight anus.  I pressed forward, but the kid's anus tightened.  I
continued to press by creating a back and forth motion.

   Finally, the head popped into his tight hole.  The boy jerked and then
pressed his head back to resist the pain.  "Owwwwwww......what are u doin?"
he said with his eyes shut tight; determined not to watch the assault. 
"Shhhhhh," I responded.

   His butt hole was very tight and had a grip on the head of my penis. 
"Owwwwwwwww.....ohhhhhhhhh...noooooooooo," the boy offered in protest.  I
closed my eyes and kept a tight grip on the back of his legs.  I was
beginning to breath heavy now as the excitement grew.

   I pressed in slowly and began to rock in and out with tiny thrust.  I
ignored the boy's protest as I continued to penetrate.  Each small thrust
claimed more of his virgin boy hole as my own.  Within a couple of minutes,
I had all 7 inches buried in his ass.  I looked down to see my pubic bush
pressed up to his crack.

   "Owwwwwwwwwwww.  It hurrrrrrrts.  Pleeeeeeeease mister.  Pleeeeeeeeease
stop doing that," he continued.

   I pulled my penis out a little and pushed it back in.  His anus had a
death grip on my dick, but was beginning to loosen a little.  I could not
believe how hot he was inside.  I started to pump.

   I gripped his legs harder and pinned his ankles to his shoulders and I
began to fuck him.  I increased the speed and then slammed it all the way
in and held it in place.  "OWWWWWWWWWW," he continued.

   Again, I started to pump until I could feel the spasms begin to move
through my body.  I pumped faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  Both of
our bodied were rocking back and forth together and caused the camper to
move in concert with us.  We were both covered in beads of sweat.  I could
hear our skin smack together.  Occasionally, as I pulled my penis out of
his anus slightly, it would create a slurping sound.  I barely heard the
boy's cries anymore.

   I began to fuck him harder and faster.  I opened my eyes to watch his
face.  Eyes shut tight, with his head bouncing against my thrusts.  I
started going as fast and as deep as I could.  The child offered more
verbal protest, but I continued.  I was pumping him hard when I felt the
sperm shoot from my penis into his bowels.  I continued to fuck him as I
injected more of my manhood into the boy.  I continued pumping as I slowed
with each thrust.  I felt the last load of sperm shoot from my rock hard
penis and into the boy's tight rectum.  Zack was pleased as I pulled out of
him and collapsed beside him.

   I turned his face towards mine and kissed him on the lips passionately.
I ran my tongue into his mouth as I ran my hand over his limp penis.  As I
continued to kiss, his penis became hard in my hands.  I moved to the edge
of the bed and took his penis into my mouth; I licked it up and down all 3
inches.  I teased his pee hole with my tongue.  I took his penis in my
mouth as I cupped his balls with my hand.  I sucked it faster and faster.
For the first time, he wasn't protesting.  His breathing became heavy and
faster.  I could see he was responding.  Based on his small, hairless
penis, he wasn't ready to offer any sperm.  However, the faster I stroked
with my mouth the more excited he became.  Finally, he tensed his body and
lifted his butt off the bed.  I sucked until his spent body finished his
first dry orgasm.

   We slept naked with him in my embrace.  Over the next few hours, I
fucked the boy three times before driving the sleeping boy back and
dropping him just down the road from the KOA.  As he walked down the road
to the campsite, he looked back at me sitting and watching.  He turned and
ran.  I pulled out onto the road and continued my journey; a little fearful
that he might tell, but mostly with memories for a lifetime in tow.