STORY: Hockey Camp

[jallen944]

Hockey Camp
by jallen944 ©

Part 1

Ethan sat in Dr. Herbert's office waiting room with Mom, feeling terribly embarrassed and ashamed. Had he known he needed to get a physical before going to hockey camp he would have resisted the idea more firmly. He was filled with dread at having to be naked in front of the doctor.

Finally they called his name and he walked stiffly through the door, past the smiling, pretty nurse. She led him to an examination room and told him to sit up on the table.

He waited a long time, and the longer he waited, the more nervous he got. He could hear the voices of Dr. Herbert and the nurses talking in the other rooms and occasionally one of them would walk by the partly open door.

One of the nurses was very pretty. She was the one who called him in and smiled at him. In his nervousness, he began to get aroused by thinking about her. His mind wandered as he imagined her naked, and a stiffness grew in his pants.

Just at the moment when, in his imagination, the nurse was bending over and pulling up her crisp, white skirt for him, Dr. Herbert walked in. He was an older man, heavy set, with graying hair and bald except for a trim over his ears, sad eyes and a round nose. He wore reading glasses, which rested low on his nose, and he was reading from a chart he held at about his belly. He had been Ethan's doctor since Ethan was born.

"Ethan McCullen." He looked up at Ethan. "How've you been feeling, Ethan?"

"Fine."

"You're what now, eighteen?"

"Yes."

"So, you want to play hockey?" Dr. Herbert smiled warmly at Ethan. "I'm a big fan of hockey."

Ethan smiled absently. He wasn't thinking about hockey. He had an erection that wouldn't go down and now he was worried about the doctor, or worse, one of the nurses, seeing it.

"There's nothing to worry about, Ethan. This is just a physical so I won't be sticking you with any needles." He put down the clipboard and handed Ethan a small plastic cup. "First of all, I need a urine sample. If you could take that to the lavatory and fill it up for me."

Ethan took the cup and went to the lavatory. When he dropped his pants, his erection stood out long and stiff. He held the tiny cup in his shaking hand in front of his penis. It was difficult to pee with a hard-on, but after a few minutes he managed to get out enough to fill the cup.

The pretty nurse was standing outside the lavatory when he opened the door and he was startled.

"I'll take that," she said with a smile that made Ethan's knees weak.

As he handed her the small, plastic cup, her eyes glanced down. Her smile dropped for a moment, then she looked up to his eyes again and her smile returned. He smiled back, but she quickly turned and walked down the hall.

When she was gone Ethan looked down at himself to she what she had seen, and saw the outline of his hard penis in the leg of his jeans. He groaned inside and his face became warm.

Dr. Herbert returned to the examination room shortly after Ethan. He asked Ethan to remove his shirt and examined his neck, throat, eyes and ears. He used the stethoscope to check his lungs, then asked Ethan to lower his pants and lie back.

Ethan felt a moment of panic. He still had a painfully stiff erection that Dr. Herbert had not yet noticed. If he were to take his pants down there would be no way he could miss it. He would die of embarrassment.

Dr. Herbert's back was turned and he was putting on rubber gloves when Ethan started to undo his pants. He was terribly ashamed of himself and hated this thing that had grown off him like some foreign body.

With his jeans down around his ankles and his erection standing straight up, Ethan laid back on the examination table. He squeezed his eyes shut. He hated his body for doing this to him.

"All right then," Dr. Herbert said.

Ethan watched him, but he didn't even seem to notice Ethan had an enormous erection. He placed his hands on Ethan's lower abdomen and pressed, like he was feeling for something.

"Any pain there?" he asked.

"No," Ethan said.

"Good, good."

To Ethan's horror, Dr. Herbert put one hand around Ethan's erection and felt his balls with the other. The rubber gloves felt strangely cold on his warm skin. His eyes opened wide and he gasped.

"Does that hurt?" Dr. Herbert asked.

Ethan shook his head. "Just cold."

"Sorry," the doctor said, and let go. He pulled the gloves off. "I'm gonna ask the nurse to come in and test your bladder. It's a simple procedure. I'll need you to leave your pants down."

"Ok," Ethan said with a shaky voice.

Dr. Herbert went out. Ethan wanted to run. With all his life, he wanted to run away from this place as fast as he could. Yet, he was paralyzed. There was no way he could get away.

It was a long time before the door opened and a nurse came in. It was the pretty one. Immediately, the memory of the image of her bending over came back to his mind and his penis throbbed involuntarily. He thought he was gonna die.

She did not see him as soon as she came in. She went right to the counter and set a few items on it and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Ethan watched her back. When she turned around she saw his penis and stopped suddenly, dropping one of the items in her hand.

"Excuse me," she said.

Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her. Her face glowed bright red. Her body was all perfect curves beneath her tight, white uniform. He longed to reach out and touch her. He wanted to put his hands on her breasts. He loved the way they pushed out the front of her uniform, and he was dying to find out what they felt like.

None of this did anything to help make his erection go down. If anything, it only made it harder. And he knew what happened when he had days like this. He wound up having wet dreams at night. Sometimes he would remember part of the dream when he woke up. Many times he knew the girl he had dreamed of having sex with. But every time, and almost every night, it seemed, he woke up with a puddle in his pajamas. A few times when he had soiled them and taken them off he had done it again, staining the sheets.

Tonight, the woman in his dreams would be this nurse.

"I'm nurse Thomas," she said. Ethan held his breath. Even her voice was sexy. "This is a Foley catheter," she continued, holding up a long, thin rubber tube in one hand. "And this is a special fluid we will inject into your bladder." She held up a clear package of fluid. "You might feel some discomfort, but you shouldn't feel any pain."

"Ok," Ethan said vaguely.

He didn't care how it felt. He would do anything for this woman. She set the package of fluid on the table beside Ethan.

"To do that, I must insert this tube into your penis. Are you ok with that?"

"Sure," Ethan said nervously.

It sounded weird, but all the same, he would let her do anything she wanted to him.

She nodded and gave him a little smile. She tentatively held her open hand out, like she was afraid to touch his penis. When she did, she held it delicately between two fingers.

Ethan held his breath. The rubber gloves on her hand felt strange on his penis. It felt better than Dr. Herbert's hand. He silently wished she would put her whole hand around it and move it up and down, like he did sometimes when he was alone. Sometime he could get himself off by doing that. He would give anything if she would do it for him.

Nurse Thomas' hand was shaking as she tried to insert the end of the tube into the hole at the end of his penis. Ethan watched her, propped up on his elbows. Finally, she closed her whole hand around his shaft to hold herself steady and managed to insert the end of the rubber tube.

Ethan gasped as she fed it into his penis. The tube itself felt rather strange, but her hand squeezed his shaft tightly and moved up and down slightly. He had to bite his lip to keep himself under control.

It was a long tube. He could feel it sliding into his body.

"There," she said when it was all the way in.

She let go of it to pick up the bag of fluid. The attachment end of the catheter tube dangled over the head of his penis. She attached the container of fluid to it.

"Ready?" she said.

"I guess," Ethan muttered.

She operated a plunger on the bag, pushing it in slowly. Ethan gasped. He could feel the fluid rushing through the rubber tube inserted in his penis and filling his bladder.

"Oh my God," Ethan whispered.

"Does it hurt?" Nurse Thomas said.

Ethan shook his head. "It feels funny."

She smiled. "That's what most people say."

The entire bag drained into his bladder. She detached the bag.

"You need to hold that for a few minutes," she said.

She pulled the catheter tube back out.

Ethan strained to hold it. It was like having to pee really bad. When the end of the tube came out, some of the fluid squirted out with it, staining Nurse Thomas' rubber gloves and spilling on his groin. It had a warm, oily feel.

Nurse Thomas took the used equipment to the counter and came back with another device. It looked something like the arm band of a blood pressure tester, with a spongy, moist material on the inside and a cap-like part dangling on the end. She tried to wrap it around the shaft of his penis. Obviously, it didn't fit.

"Hm. I'll have to get an adult size," she said. "Now don't move." She went out, leaving the door open.
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Part 2

Ethan gritted his teeth. It became difficult to hold the fluid in. His erection throbbed painfully. The shaft and head had turned a deep purplish color. He wanted to grab it and jerk himself off, but he was afraid he would let the fluid out and get in trouble.

He heard voices in the hall and held his breath to listen.

"Carol, you should see that young man in there," a woman's voice said. It was Nurse Thomas.

"What about him?" another woman's voice said. He recognized it as the high pitched voice of the older nurse.

"He's hung like a horse," Nurse Thomas said in a loud whisper.

"No kidding?"

"A real donkey dick. Must be about this long."

"Oh my," the other nurse sighed. Her voice sounded weak. "Do you think I could see it?"

"Take this in and put it on him."

"An adult size Johnson Strap?"

"I just hope it's gonna be big enough," Nurse Thomas said.

Ethan was trying to figure out what they meant about his penis when the door opened and the other nurse came in. Ethan stiffened up. She looked at him, then her eyes dropped to his penis and widened.

"How are we doing?" she said without looking away from his erect organ.

"Fine," Ethan mumbled. Her staring made him nervous.

"I'm Nurse Rhimes," she said with a pleasant smile. "Nurse Thomas asked me to help you with this strap."

Ethan smiled back. She was pretty, but not as pretty as Nurse Thomas. She had short, curly hair, a round, pudgy face, and wide, overweight hips. In her hands was the same kind of thing Nurse Thomas had tried to put around his penis, only bigger.

"Now this won't hurt a bit," she said.

She put her hand around his shaft and squeezed. Ethan gasped. Her warm hand felt great, especially when she moved it up and down. She did that for about a minute, staring at it like it was a piece of food she was hungry to eat. Ethan closed his eyes, breathing hard. It felt so good he hoped she never stopped.

Then, abruptly, she wrapped the strange device around the shaft of his penis and pulled it tight, making Ethan gasp again. It was held on with velcro. She placed the cap on the end over the head of his penis.

"Dr. Herbert will be with you in a moment," she said, and left with a quick sneer.

Ethan was paralyzed. His mouth hung open. The strange device had clamped itself around his penis like a vice and the wet, spongy material made his whole penis feel itchy and tingly. It was like having a thousand tiny hands rubbing him all at once. The cap over the head felt tight. He began to fear that his penis was going to explode.

He heard the nurses talking in the hallway again.

"So, did you see it?" Nurse Thomas said.

"Yeah, I saw it."

"Is that the biggest cock you ever saw?"

"I've seen big cocks before."

"But not that big."

"No, not that big. But that just makes it worse."

"Makes what worse?" Nurse Thomas said.

"Him. Guys with big dicks always go around thinking they're the greatest thing to walk the Earth because of the size of their dick swinging between their legs. They think all they gotta do is stick it in a girl and they're the greatest lover she's ever had. He's got the biggest one, so he'll be the worst."

"What a mean thing to say," Nurse Thomas said.

"But it's true."

"I don't think so."

A moment later the door opened and Nurse Thomas came in.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Fine, I guess," Ethan said.

She touched his lower abdomen tenderly. "I think you're just about done."

She went to the counter and got a bulbous container with a wide, tubular opening. She removed the spongy strap from around his penis and he was terribly relieved. The itching and tingling were beginning to drive him nuts.

"Ok, now sit up on the edge of the table," she instructed.

Ethan sat up at the edge. His long, thick, aching penis stuck straight out. Nurse Thomas put her hand around it and guided the end into the tubular opening at the top of the container.

"When you feel ready, just let it come out," she said.

Ethan relaxed. The urge to pee had gone. Instead, he felt something flowing slowly through his penis. He was breathing shallow and rapid. He grunted and whatever strange thing it was began to come out of his penis.

The clear, oily fluid had turned to a thick, bluish gel that flowed slowly from his penis into the container. Ethan watched in fascination with his legs spread wide. It took several minutes for all of it to come out, and Nurse Thomas held his penis the entire time.

"Perfect," she said, and set the filled container on the counter. She returned with a moist towel.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, and began to wipe his penis clean. Her hands rubbed the shaft with the warm towel and he felt himself getting weak.

"Ethan, are you all right?" Nurse Thomas said.

Ethan gasped and came. A great glob of white semen leapt from the head of his cock and landed on the front of her uniform. Nurse Thomas gave a short cry of surprise. His cum continued to gush out over her hands. She tried to get the towel over his penis to catch it.

"Sorry," Ethan said, blushing furiously.

She grinned at him. "It's all right. Don't be embarrassed," she said, her voice soothing.

She calmly wiped the semen from his penis, then off her hands, and collected all the items from the counter.

"I'll let Dr. Herbert know you're ready," she said, with one last look at his penis. "You can put your pants on now."

As soon as she was gone Ethan groaned. He couldn't believe he'd let himself cum on Nurse Thomas.

Dr. Herbert returned, told him he was perfectly fit for hockey camp, then said he could go. Ethan was eternally grateful.

On his way back to the waiting room he passed the nurse's office. His mother was there, as was Nurse Thomas, with her back to the door. Dr. Herbert went in to talk to her. Ethan sat down on a chair outside the office to listen.

"I hope I won't embarrass you by mentioning this, but your son is remarkably well endowed," Dr. Herbert began.

"In what way?"

Dr. Herbert coughed nervously. "He has an abnormally large penis."

Mom chuckled. "Oh, yes. I'm not surprised. His father was hung, too. I mean well-endowed. He once told me it is a trait of all the McCullen men."

"I see. Well, it's nothing to be concerned about. It won't affect his health in any way ..."

He went on, but Ethan didn't listen. His mind was working on what Mom had said. His father was hung like this, too. All the McCullen men had abnormally large penises. Ethan began to forget his shame and embarrassment. For the first time he began to feel proud of what he had between his legs.

Nurse Thomas came out and stood beside him. He looked at her. She was smiling at him. On the front of her uniform was a big stain where he had shot his cum, and her nipples were hard points showing through the white fabric.

"I hope you have fun playing hockey, Ethan," she said.

"Thank you," Ethan answered politely. He wanted to ask her to show him her nipples, but he didn't dare.

"Maybe I'll see you again sometime."

She leaned over and quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek, then went down the hall into one of the rooms. Ethan watched her gorgeous ass.
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Part 3

Ethan couldn't have been more excited. The first week of hockey camp had been a blast. He had learned quickly he was a much better skater than last year, and that he was as good or better than most of the other guys there, even some of the older guys. He had learned new ways to score and how to hit someone hard against the boards. Now he was looking forward to the start of the season so he could try out all the new stuff he was learning.

However, all of that came to a screeching halt when the head counselor announced to all the boys in the camp the activity for Saturday night was a special trip down the road to a girl's equestrian camp. Ethan had to ask his cabin counselor what equestrian meant. When he found out the evening with the girls would consist of a barbecue cookout and dancing, Ethan was horrified. There was nothing worse he could have imagined than spending an entire evening with a bunch of girls, and possibly having to dance with one of them.

He dreaded Saturday night until it arrived. On the bus ride to the girl's camp he sat at the back, brooding silently. He had nothing to look forward to but a night of humiliation and he resented the counselors for putting him through it. All the counselors except Ramona, of course.

Ramona was the camp's trainer. Every guy there had a crush on her, especially Ethan. Ramona, or Mona as the guys called her, was part Mexican and had long, straight black hair, dark eyes, dark, tanned skin and a great body.

When the guys were alone, some would talk obscenely about what they would do if they had a chance to get their hands on her body. Ethan always kept quiet. He had too much respect for her. He called her by her real name, Ramona. He liked her too much to say anything mean about her.

He wanted to touch her body as badly as some of the other guys, but not the way they would. He wanted to be gentle and caress her lovingly, to excite her and turn her on and make her want to make love to him in return.

He peeked over the top of the seat at her. She was sitting up at the front with the other counselors, laughing at something one of them had said. She looked ravishing. The thought of her naked body lying beneath him had given him a hard on, and it strained against the front of his jeans. It ached painfully. He wanted to get back to the camp so he could get himself off and make it go down, and they weren't even at the girl's camp yet.

The barbecue was the best. There were baked beans, corn on the cob, ribs, chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, fried potatoes and a whole bunch of other stuff he loved to eat, and he had most of it.

They ate after the girls gave them a tour of the camp and let them ride some of the horses. Shortly after eating, the dancing started. It had begun to get dark and a string of lights was turned on around a square set up in the yard. The counselors from both camps were the first to dance. Some of the guys from Ethan's camp joined some of the girls and danced. Ethan tried to stay hidden among a group of guys, hoping someone wouldn't make him dance with one of the girls.

He was more interested in watching Ramona dance. She looked so exotic when she moved. She wore tight, faded jeans and a snug white sweater. He was practically drooling. Every song she danced with a different guy, some of them the counselors from the hockey camp and some the counselors from the girl's camp. Ethan wished he had the courage to ask her to dance with him.

The guys Ethan was standing with were saying bawdy, crude things about Ramona, the women counselors from the girls camp, and even some of the girls. They spoke low so the counselors wouldn't hear them and they chuckled quietly among themselves at their own jokes. He felt safe among them, until they suddenly became quiet.

One of the girls was coming toward them. Every boy in the little group watched her approach. Ethan knew she was coming to ask one of them to dance. He prayed silently she would go up to Jimmy Amonte, the most outgoing guy in the camp. He seemed like the guy most girls wanted to go out with.

And the girl coming toward them seemed like the type who'd want to dance with him. She had long, sandy blonde hair and a pretty face. She wore faded jeans over cowboy boots and a tight grey pullover shirt that was cut off, revealing her slender middle.

To Ethan's horror, she came directly to him, smiling. The other guys scattered, abandoning him. Ethan felt terribly stiff.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"Wanna dance?"

His mouth opened and he said, "Ok."

"Great," she said, smiling cheerfully.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the middle of the yard.

A slow song was playing. She put her arms around him and hugged him close, and he swayed slowly with her.

"My name's Angie. What's your's?" she whispered in his ear.

He felt her breath on his neck. Her body was warm against his and she felt so soft. He put his hands on her slender hips and let them rock slowly side to side.

"E-Ethan," he stuttered.

He had never touched a girl before, especially not in this way. She felt so soft and delicate.

"My friends and I think you're kinda cute," Angie whispered.

"Cute?" Ethan repeated. He couldn't believe any girl would think of him as cute.

"Yeah. They were all afraid to ask you to dance. But not me."

"How nice," Ethan said.

Angie sighed, blowing her breath in his ear. "It is nice."

She pressed her body against his. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest. His erection had hardly gone down since the ride on the bus, and she was rubbing against it. He was certain she could feel it. How could she not? He had been grateful for the darkness to hide it from anyone's view.

The slow song ended and a fast one started. Angie stepped back and Ethan hoped that meant they were done dancing. He felt awkward enough dancing to a slow song. The thought of having to do it to a fast song mortified him.

However, she was smiling at him, holding his hands, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to get away from her so easily.

"Wanna see the horse I ride?" she said.

"Sure," Ethan shrugged.

That didn't sound bad. Anything was better than dancing.

Angie dragged him away from the lighted yard to the stables. They stopped at one of the stalls. A horse stuck its head out and Angie patted its nose.

"This is Molly," she said. "She's a very good horse."

"Hi, Molly," Ethan said, and stroked her nose.

He felt much more at ease being away from all those other people and not having to dance. Molly encouraged him to pet her more and Ethan liked it. He finally started to relax. He turned to Angie to tell her how happy he was and she kissed him.

Ethan's words were stifled in his throat. He was too startled to react. Before he knew it, her wet tongue forced his lips apart and pushed into his mouth. It was the most exquisite sensation he'd ever felt.

Angie put her arms around his neck, squeezing her warm body tightly against his, and pushed her knee between his legs.

Ethan didn't know what to do. He simply let it happen. She rubbed her thigh against the inside of his leg, along the hard lump of his penis, and he thought he was going to get off right then.

She was moaning softly in her throat. Ethan didn't know what to do with his hands and put them on her waist. She lifted his left hand off her waist and moved it down to her ass.

"Let's go make out," Angie said in a husky, breathy voice.

"Yeah," Ethan agreed.

Angie dragged him into the stables. The inside of the stalls was very dark. Angie seemed to know her way around without lights, so Ethan let her lead. She found a wooden ladder and they went up to the loft. Some light from the moon and the party came in through a small window, giving them enough light to see. Against the wall was a pile of fresh hay, and Angie rolled into it, giggling.

Ethan could hardly contain his excitement. Here was a beautiful girl who wanted to make out with him, and she had already let him touch her. There was no telling how far she might let him go.

"Sit down," she said, smiling up at him with rosy cheeks as she brushed her long hair away from her face. She was covered with bits of hay.

Ethan jumped into the pile of hay beside her and she laughed out loud. He landed upside down, laughing, and Angie rolled on top of him. She lowered her face and gently pressed her lips on his. She moaned again.

He lay still for a long time, with only his lips and tongue moving with hers. Angie did the same, rubbing against him ever so slightly like a cat.

Ethan wanted to touch her breast, but he didn't know how. He had an idea, though.

He started by putting his hand on her waist, and he touched her bare middle where the top didn't cover. She didn't object, so he left it there. Then, slowly, he started moving his hand up until it was touching the bottom of her breast. He couldn't believe how thrilling this was.

"You can touch it," Angie said, breathing hard. She looked down at his hand.

Very carefully, he closed it around her breast. It was soft and yielding. He squeezed gently.

Angie moaned and closed her eyes. Ethan's mouth was open. He couldn't believe he was actually touching a girl's breast. It was the biggest goal of his entire life and here he was doing it. And it was so incredibly good.

Angie leaned over and kissed him again. Ethan liked the feel of her breast so much he didn't let go. He was afraid that if he did he might never touch one again.

Angie moved over him, straddling him with her legs. She lay on him, kissing him, and pressed her crotch to his groin.

Ethan groaned. He could feel the warmth between her legs. He desperately wanted to put himself there. He moved his other hand down to her ass and rubbed it. She moved her hips, grinding herself on the hard lump in his pants. This was more than he could take. She was going to get him off in his pants.

Angie lifted her head. In the moonlight he could see her sparkling eyes looking down at him. She was smiling.

"What?' Ethan said.

She was breathing hard. "Wanna see my pussy?" she said.

Ethan's heart pounded like it was going to explode and his throat swelled up.

"Do I?" he muttered, and it came out sounding like a question.

Angie nodded. "I think you do," she said, and rolled off him, giggling with excitement.

She unfastened her jeans. Ethan's eyes were locked onto her hands as they worked. Angie unzipped the front and pushed them down. She wore lacy pink panties underneath. She pushed the jeans down below her knees, then pushed the panties down.

Ethan stared at the small mound between her legs. It was like winning a prize he'd never dreamed of reaching. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

He noticed a light covering of hair on the mound. Down the center of the mound was what looked like a narrow slit. Was that it? Was that where his penis was supposed to go? He stared at it, but it was impossible to believe his large penis was supposed to go inside anything so tiny and delicate.

Angie spread her thighs wider, with her knees bent up. She stared at Ethan with lusting eyes and an open, panting mouth. Her breasts were swollen and stretched the front of her shirt, and her hard nipples poked through the fabric.

She looked so inviting. He felt such desire to climb on top of her and put his penis inside her, but he didn't know if that was what she wanted. How was he supposed to know? Was she waiting for him to ask, or just do it? What if he did and she didn't want him to? Would he get in trouble? He was so terribly confused.

"Touch it," Angie whispered.

"Touch it?" Ethan said. He wasn't sure what to touch.

Angie grinned. "Touch me right here." She put her hand on her mound and rubbed her middle finger over the slit. "Just like that."

Ethan put his hand on her mound. It was surprisingly warm. The light wisps of curly hair on it were as soft as downy feathers. He did as she showed him and gently rubbed his middle finger over her slit. She tilted her head back and moaned.

Ethan jerked his hand away. "Did I hurt you?" he said.

She looked up and giggled. "No, silly. It felt good. Do it again."

Ethan put his hand on her slit again and rubbed. Angie moaned again, but didn't take her eyes away from his. She poked her tongue out and licked her lips. Her ass squirmed side to side on the hay.

"I like that," she said softly, sounding like a little girl. "Put your finger in."

"What?" Ethan said, although he realized she might have meant like how a penis was supposed to go in.

"Like this," Angie said. She took his hand in hers, separated his fingers, and pushed his middle finger into her slit. "Push it in right there. But not too deep. I'm a virgin and my Daddy wants me to stay that way."

Ethan was astonished to see his finger go inside her pussy. It felt warm and wet and slippery.

"Why?" he said.

Angie shrugged. "He wants me to be a virgin on my wedding night. He wants to make sure I don't fool around with boys before then." She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "He doesn't want me to get pregnant but he doesn't know I already fool around. I can suck them in my mouth and still be a virgin, and I can't get pregnant."

Ethan's eyes widened. Such an idea had never occurred to him. At first, the thought of putting his thing in Angie's mouth was appalling, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.

"I could suck on your's, too, if you wanted me to."

"You could?" Ethan said.

She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed the lump of his cock through his jeans. "Yeah. I know you got a really big one. I felt it when we were dancing."

Ethan blushed, ashamed she had caught him. He didn't know how many times that thing had got him in trouble.

"Will you show it to me?" Angie asked.

Ethan thought about it for a second. She had her hand on his penis and she wanted him to show it to her. To do that, he'd have to take his finger out of her pussy to unfasten his pants. He wanted to leave his finger inside her for as long as he could, but he also wanted to let her touch his penis, and especially put it in her mouth. He decided that was worth more than anything and unfastened his jeans.

Angie reached in and pulled it out before he could get his pants down. Ethan gasped. It was worth it just to feel her hands touch it.

"Goodness," Angie sighed. Her hand squeezed the shaft and pumped slowly. "I never saw one so big." She giggled. "Now all the other girls are gonna wish they asked you to dance when I tell them about this."

Ethan was horrified by the thought that she would tell other girls about his penis, but he kept his mouth shut because he was more afraid she would stop rubbing him if he said anything. He bit his tongue and let her rub. She was going to get him off. He wanted to see if he could get her off, too, and reached for her pussy with his middle finger extended.

Angie was breathing hard as she stared down at his penis. His hand snaked between her legs for her pussy and she spread them wider. Ethan watched her carefully. When she started to lean forward with her mouth opening, he knew she was going to suck on it. He pushed his hips up to meet her. Her red lips looked so soft and moist. He wanted to feel them on his penis.

The sudden sound of a horn froze both of them.

"What the hell was that?" Angie said anxiously.

Ethan thought he knew, but he didn't want it to be. They were so close. She was just about to put it in her mouth. He wanted to beg the counselors for a few more minutes, but how could he tell them it was for this?
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Cliffhangers, cliffhangers, cliffhangers!! Can't wait for pt. VI

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Part 4

Gary Arnott had counted all the boys on the bus and one was missing. He stood outside the door of the bus, looking around the girl's camp, but there was not much to see in the darkness.

"Mona, have you seen Ethan?" he said.

She was just getting on the bus and stopped. "No. Isn't he on the bus?"

Gary shook his head. "No. He's the only one missing."

Mona turned around and searched through the darkness with him. "I saw him dancing with one of the girls. Where did they go?"

"I don't know. They disappeared."

Mona nudged him with her elbow. "Maybe they went off to neck. That Ethan's a pretty cute guy."

"I wouldn't know," he said.

"Well, maybe they didn't hear the horn. Maybe they went off in the woods together."

Gary shook his head. "I don't even want to think about that. If they're doing what I think they're doing we could all get in a lot of trouble."

Mona leaned against the door frame. "I think you worry too much. You're like a mother hen. They're just kids. How much can they know?"

"How much did you know at that age?" Gary said with anger in his voice, and immediately regretted it. He didn't get angry with Mona often, and it was hard to stay angry with her for long.

He looked at her. She seemed deep in thought.

"Maybe you're right," she said, then she pointed across the yard. "There they are."

He saw Ethan and one of the girls come out of the stables. They said something to each other briefly, and she went off in the directions of the cabins. Ethan came toward the bus. Gary wasn't sure how much they had been into until he saw the grin Ethan was trying to suppress.

"Next time try not to be late," was all he could think to say as Ethan climbed on the bus. He looked at Mona. She, too, had apparently noticed the grin on his face and figured out what it must have meant because she was grinning, too.

"Don't you say anything," he said, and went past her onto the bus.

Ethan was still grinning when he got up in the morning. It did not last when he could not find the opportunity to relieve himself. The hardest thing he'd ever had to do was leave Angie when she was about to give him the most incredible experience he ever could have imagined. It had been painful to put his erection back in his pants. The glow of what they had done together lingered, but now it had been replaced with an agonizing ache in his groin that begged for relief.

If he could get a few minutes alone he could get himself off, but he had no opportunity to get away. And he could see no opportunity any time soon.

The counselors had several activities planned for Sunday. None of them sounded too appealing to Ethan, so he picked the one that seemed least boring: the secret hike.

The members of the group were blindfolded, driven around in Gary's truck, then dropped off somewhere to find their way back to the camp. When Ethan's blindfold had been removed, he discovered that he had been teamed with Ramona, and it was just the two of them.

"Ready to go?" she said shortly after Gary had driven off in his pickup truck to drop off the next blindfolded group.

Ethan looked around. He did not recognize the surroundings at all. There was no way he would have been able to find his way back on his own.

"I guess so," he said. Ramona started off and he followed her. She seemed to know a way to go and he didn't mind being led. He wasn't in a very good mood. He was still thinking about Angie, which was painful enough, but his groin ached more and more with each step.

He looked at Ramona's back. She wore a t-shirt, khaki shorts, hiking boots and a small backpack over her shoulder. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. He wished he could see her front. She had such a beautiful face that he liked to look at, and she had beautiful breasts. He remembered squeezing Angie's breast. It was so firm and delicate. How would Ramona's feel? The ache between his legs got worse. He tried not to think about things like that for a while.

They had hiked for miles when Ramona decided they should stop and have something to eat. Ethan was relieved. His body was in very good shape for playing hockey, but it was not used to making long hikes up and down wooded hillsides.

Ramona had a couple of sandwiches and plastic bottles of juice in the backpack that they split. They ate quietly and Ramona made small talk. The sun was directly overhead and was quite warm on them. Ramona untucked her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head. Ethan watched, frozen with the sandwich in his mouth.

Under the shirt she wore a tiny orange bikini top held on by strings. Her breasts were bigger and rounder than he had imagined. They spilled out over the edges of the tiny bikini like they were going to bust out of it. She bent over to stuff the t-shirt into the backpack and Ethan found himself staring straight down at her cleavage. It was a gorgeous sight. His penis throbbed and he groaned in pain, clutching his groin.

Ramona looked up. "What's wrong," she asked.

"Nothing," Ethan replied.

He used both hands to cover his groin. He could not stand the embarrassment if she saw what was happening in his shorts.

However, she was looking right down at his hands, no matter how hard he wished she would go away. She came and sat down next to him. She had a slender waist and a flat belly, and her breasts jiggled when she walked. He winced in pain again.

"How far did you go with that girl last night?" she said.

"We kissed. And then ... we touched. We didn't have time for anything else."

He remembered the sight of Angie's full lips, parted, hovering inches over the head of his penis, and he winced in pain. Ramona put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"So you didn't have sex?"

Ethan shook his head. The pain was unbearable. If she didn't go away he was going to have to do something and he didn't care if she saw his dick.

"And you didn't ejaculate?"

Ethan looked up at her. "What's ejac-?"

"You didn't cum, you didn't get off?"

Ethan felt humiliated. "No," he said.

He hated admitting to anyone, especially Ramona, that he had failed to get off his first time doing anything sexual with a girl.

"And now it hurts?"

He nodded. "It hurts a lot."

She stood up. "If you want to masturbate to relieve yourself, I won't watch, ok?"

"Ok."

"You just take your time and tell me when you're finished."

Ethan nodded. He wanted to ask her to stay and help him or at least watch, but she walked off and sat on the trunk of a fallen tree with her back to him. When he was sure she wasn't going to look back, he took out his penis and rubbed his hand rapidly up and down, squeezing the shaft. It took only a minute and he was shooting long, thick spurts of cum into the grass several feet from where he stood. It flooded out of him until he felt drained, and he let out a deep sigh. The ache was still there, deep in his groin, but it was nowhere near as intolerable as before.

He pulled up his pants and walked to Ramona. She turned around.

"I'm done," Ethan said.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah."

Ramona got up. "Then let's keep going. We want to get back before dinner, right?"

"Right," he said. She put her arm around his shoulder and he felt happier, although he had a feeling he was never going to get as close to having sex with a girl as he did with Angie.

Gary had been relieved when Mona told him Ethan admitted to not having sex with the girl, and she had scolded him for not being sensitive to Ethan. He had tried to explain to her that he did feel for Ethan because he had suffered some pain, but what was more important, at least as far as he saw, was that they wouldn't have to worry about the girl getting pregnant. Now they wouldn't have to worry about a lawsuit from the girl's parents or about the state shutting them down.

Mona hadn't understood, of course, and their argument ended abruptly when she stormed out of his office. Now she was mad at him and he was mad at her for being mad at him, and they had hardly spoken two words to each other since that Sunday night. Now here it was Wednesday and he was aching himself. If they didn't make up soon so they could have sex again he was going to go out of his mind.

That day he had a special event planned, one he hoped would get him back on Mona's good side, as well as be a good experience for the boys. He was taking them on a trip to see a training camp workout for the K-Wings, the local minor league hockey club. Mona always loved that team, and she would generally get very excited any chance she got to see them. Gary hoped her excitement spilled over into their bed. He loved it when she got a little crazy. She was normally hot-blooded, and when she got worked up she could be a lot of woman for one man to handle.

He made the announcement after breakfast and everyone was excited, except Mona. Gary couldn't understand this. He had expected her to be most excited of all. Instead, she explained to him she wanted to get some things done around her clinic while she had the opportunity. Then she told him she'd like to ask Ethan to stay behind to help her move some things.

Gary was flabbergasted, but he conceded. The last thing he wanted was to make her more angry at him. She might never let him see her naked again, and he couldn't bear that. So he boarded the bus with the rest of the boys and counselors, except Ethan, and said good-bye to Mona. It was going to be a long day without her.
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Burping Frog Publishing

[Hellpit]

Wonder what Ethan and Ramona will do by themselves?

[jallen944]

Part 5

Ethan had been excited about seeing the K-Wings at a training camp. There were guys on the team he knew about and was thrilled to get a chance to see them in person. Then he had been disappointed when Ramona asked him to stay behind to help her with some work in her clinic. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but did she have to take him away from such a great opportunity?

Nevertheless he did the work. They spent most of the morning cleaning and rearranging her clinic. During that entire time he stole quick glances at her. She had tied her hair back and was wearing old work clothes and gloves, yet still she was stunning. When she wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her gloved hand or bent over to clean the dust from some bottom shelves, he fell in love with her just a little bit more.

Just before lunch she asked him to carry a stack of boxes to her cabin and wait for her there. He carried them down the hill from the main building and across the small field to the cabins. Except for the songs of a few birds, the camp was very quiet. He and Ramona were the only people there, and it was peaceful.

Ramona had her own cabin, since she was the only woman in the camp. Ethan opened the screen door, went in and set the boxes on the floor. Her cabin was much nicer than any of the others. She had a real bed with a mattress and sheets instead of a bunk, and she had a dresser and a makeup table. It made him a little homesick.

The screen door opened and Ramona came in. He had been standing in the middle of the cabin, reminiscing, and turned to her.

"I set the boxes over there," Ethan said, pointing to the stack by the wall."

"Thanks," she said with a quick glance at the boxes. She smiled at him and walked past. She went to the makeup table and sat down.

"Is there anything else I can do?" he said nervously.

"Have a seat," Ramona said calmly. "I'll have something for you in a second."

Ethan looked around the small cabin. There were no chairs. The only place he saw to sit was the bed, so he sat on the edge of it. He didn't know what she was doing, but every now and then she glanced at him in the mirror.

"Are you nervous, Ethan?" she said. She removed the rubber band that held her hair in a ponytail and brushed it out.

"No, why?" he said, although he actually was quite nervous.

"No reason," Ramona said.

She got up and sat on the bed beside him. He suddenly felt much more nervous. She touched his bare knee. He became aroused. His penis started to stiffen in his shorts.

"Do you like me, Ethan?" she asked.

Her fingers brushed through the rough hairs on his leg just above his knee.

"Yes," Ethan muttered.

His erection was swelling the front of his shorts. She would not be able to miss it. He wanted to cover it with his hands, but was afraid this would just draw her attention to it.

She moved her hand up his thigh and touched his arm. "Do you want to kiss me, Ethan?"

He began to tremble. He looked at her lips. They were full and red, slightly parted. He imagined them pressing to his lips the way Angie's had, and his stirring penis sprung fully erect. For a second, he had an image in his mind of it ripping open the front of his shorts.

"Yes," he sighed.

Never in his life had he wanted anything more. She watched his eyes. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to go first.

He leaned toward her, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against hers. They yielded and she responded by pressing back. He felt dizzy with pleasure. It was like he was under some sort of spell and didn't want to move for fear of breaking it.

Ramona put her arm around his neck and kissed him more insistently, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Ethan tried to remember what he'd done when Angie kissed him like this. He met Ramona's tongue in his mouth with his tongue, and that seemed to work. Ramona moaned softly.

"Tell me," Ramona whispered as her hand stroked the bare part of his thigh. "When you were alone with that girl at the dance, what were the two of you gonna do if you'd had more time?"

Ethan stammered and hesitated. He had hoped he and Angie would have had sex, but she had eliminated any chance of that by saying she had to remain a virgin. However, if they'd just had another minute ...

"She was gonna ..." He stopped. He felt strangely uncomfortable telling this part to her.

"What?"

"She was gonna put my thing ... in her mouth."

Ramona's eyebrows arched up in surprise. "Really?" she said.

Ethan nodded, squirming uncomfortably to try to find room for his erection in the confinement of his shorts.

Ramona's hand moved from his thigh to the swollen lump. She squeezed it and Ethan sighed.

"It's very big," she said, her soft voice barely a whisper.

"That's what Angie said."

Ramona looked confused. "Angie?"

"The girl from the other camp."

She nodded. "Oh. She was gonna put this in her mouth?"

Ethan nodded. Her hand was rubbing the length of his shaft. His heart pounded in his chest and he was breathing hard.

Ramona's mouth moved very close to his ear. "Would you like it if I put your ... thing in my mouth?"

"Oh yes, very much," Ethan gasped. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was more incredible than what he had done with Angie.

Ramona's small hands unfastened the button and zipper of his shorts. Ethan leaned back with his hands on the bed. Her hand reached in and pulled out his penis.

"Oh it's beautiful," she sighed. It stood straight up, dwarfing her tiny hands. She leaned over it, moving her hand slowly up and down the shaft. She was licking her lips.

"Oh God," Ethan moaned.

The anticipation was killing him. He could feel her breath on the head of his penis.

She leaned closer and kissed the head. Ethan held his breath. Ramona looked up at him, the corners of her sensual mouth turned up in a playful smile. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the tip. Ethan groaned. Ramona giggled.

"I want to suck it," she said in a matter-of-fact way.

He watched with wide eyes as she lowered her open mouth over the head and closed her lips around the shaft.

"Oh my God," Ethan moaned again.

Her mouth was warm and wet and smothered his penis. He could feel her tongue moving on the tender side as she moved her head up and down. He was breathing harder. She was going to get him off. He could feel it coming.

All of a sudden it was happening. His penis was throbbing and he was doing it in her mouth. He couldn't believe it. She kept her mouth over the end of his penis the entire time he was getting off. That meant his stuff was going in her mouth. It was so incredible it made him dizzy. He watched her face and saw her cheeks puff out as he filled them with his semen. She continued to move her head up and down until he cooled down, then, to his shock, she swallowed it and started licking and kissing the sides of his penis.

"What did you do?" Ethan panted.

"I gave you a blow job," Ramona said. Her voice was deep and husky.

"But my ... my ..."

"Your cum? What about it?"

Ethan had never heard it called cum. It took him a few seconds to realize what she was talking about.

"My cum. What did you do with it?"

Ramona smiled, showing her straight, white teeth. "I swallowed it. Why?"

Ethan could not comprehend this. He never would have thought of any girl doing anything like that. He would have assumed she would have thought it as disgusting as he did.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"Mm hm. I love it." She stood up. "I like your's especially. You have so much of it. And look." She squeezed his penis. "You're still hard. Not many guys can cum like you did and still be ready for more. I bet I can make you cum again."

"You can?" Ethan said, astounded she would offer to make him feel that good twice.

She walked around the bed to the other side. He turned to watch her.

"Let's find out," she said with a sly grin. She started to unbutton her top. Ethan stared at her hands, fascinated. Ramona removed the top and dropped it on the floor. She wore a small, satiny bra with a light floral print and black lace trim that accentuated the round, full shape of her breasts. The sight of them pushed up in the tight bra made his mouth water.

She unfastened her khaki shorts and let them drop to the floor. Her panties matched her bra, with a sexy, high leg cut on her hips. She got on the bed and lay on her back. Ethan stared at her, dumbfounded. She was incredibly beautiful.

"Take your clothes off, Ethan," she said.

He snapped out of his daydream. "What?"

Ramona giggled. "Undress, silly. I want to see you naked. You can't have sex with your clothes on."

Ethan blushed and Ramona giggled again. His throat felt tight. He was shaking. She was going to have sex with him.

He stood up and undressed, feeling terribly embarrassed and self-conscious, even though she had already seen and touched the most private area of his body. Ramona was amused by his discomfort, and that only made him feel more awkward.

Ramona moaned, with a little smile on her puffy, red lips, when he removed his shirt. She seemed to like looking at his body, although he couldn't understand why. He thought of himself as skinny and ugly. He dropped his shorts but left his underwear on, which he'd pulled back over his penis, and covered the swollen bulge with both hands.

Ramona pouted with her lower lip stuck out. He looked at her twice. She looked remarkably sexy in a vulnerable kind of way.

"Take it off, Ethan. I've already seen your cock. You don't have to hide it from me."

He looked down at the bulge under his hands. She called it a cock. There was so much about this sex stuff he had to learn. He pulled down his underwear and let his cock out.

"Mmm," she moaned, staring at it. "It's so beautiful. Come over here, Ethan." She patted the edge of the mattress beside her,

Ethan sat down, staring at her body. She had long, smooth legs, a slender waist, and large, full breasts with nipples that were hard points under the bra. His penis throbbed as he took in her beauty. His heart pounded.

Ramona put her hand around his cock and moved it up and down.

"Kiss me, Ethan," she whispered. Her chest heaved, pushing her breasts against the tight bra.

Ethan leaned over her, with both hands on the mattress on either side of her head, and kissed her gently. Ramona put her other hand around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair.
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Burping Frog Publishing

[Hellpit]

Interesting turn..... Can't wait to see what happens next!!!

[jallen944]

Part 6

Ethan wanted to touch her like she was touching him. He wanted to feel her breasts and he wanted to put his hand between her legs.

He raised his shaking hand, set it on her swollen breast, and squeezed. Ramona moaned and her back arched up off the bed. She kissed him harder and ran her fingers through his hair more vigorously.

Without breaking the kiss, her hand released the catch on the bra between her breasts and the cups fell away from them, letting her soft flesh spill out. Ethan lifted his head to see. He was breathing hard. Ramona was breathing hard as she stared up at him with her mouth open.

Her nipples stared up at him as well, begging him to touch them. He reached for one with his trembling fingers. Ramona gasped when he touched it. He was surprised by how soft and warm it was. He pinched it gently, rubbing it between his thumb and finger. Ramona moaned and squirmed under him.

"Lick it," she sighed.

He leaned down and licked it. Ramona gasped. He licked it again. He closed his lips around it and sucked.

"Oh God," Ramona moaned.

Her body bucked off the bed. He sucked it for a few minutes, then switched to the other one. She let him do this a few times, then lifted his head.

"Take my panties off," she said.

He looked down at her panties, which formed a delicate V shape over her groin. He had completely forgotten about exploring this part of her body. He could see the outline of her mound under the thin fabric.

He put his hand on the inside of her thigh and her legs spread apart. He moved his hand up toward her crotch. She was burning like she was on fire. The sensation inflamed him further. He grabbed the thin straps of the panties on her hips and yanked them down to her knees.

"Oh yes, oh yes," Ramona panted.

He looked into her eyes. She was looking back at him, her chest rising and falling. She had let go of his cock and was clutching the edge of the bed. Her legs spread wider, stretching the straps of her panties at her knees.

Ethan put his hand on her breast. Ramona bit her lower lip between her teeth and moaned. Her body squirmed. Ethan couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her like this, waiting for him. She was having just as strong an effect on him. He was breathing hard and sweating, and his cock throbbed, aching to go inside her. He was so excited he didn't know what to do next.

He put his hand on her mound. Ramona moaned and lifted her hips off the bed. He felt for her slit with his middle finger, surprised by how wet she was down there. When he found her opening he pushed his finger in, just like Angie showed him.

"Oh God, Ethan. Do it to me now," Ramona demanded.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. The panties slipped down to her feet, her legs parted, and he found himself laying between them with the hard shaft of his penis pressed against her warm, wet pussy. Ethan held himself up over her. She reached down for his penis, guiding it to the opening of her pussy where his finger had been.

"Push it in, Ethan," she panted softly in his ear.

He lowered his weight. The head of his cock slipped into her body, suddenly enveloped by her warmth and wetness. "Oh my God," he gasped.

Ramona groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She was tight. He pushed harder, slipping more of his penis inside her, and she groaned louder. Ethan couldn't believe it. This was a dream come true. He was doing it. He was having sex. His penis was inside a pussy and the woman he was having sex with was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He pressed harder. The rest of his penis went all the way inside her.

"Uhnn," Ramona cried.

Ethan froze. He saw a tear at the corner of her eye.

"Did I hurt you?" he said.

He lifted his weight from her. She grabbed him by the waist and held him down.

"Don't ... Don't," she whispered, shaking her head. "It hurt a little. You're just so big, that's all. Don't take it out. Not yet."

She put her legs around him, moaning. He carefully settled his weight on her slender body. Hurting her again worried him. Having sex with her right now was the thing he wanted most in the world, but it was not worth it if he was causing her pain. He would get no enjoyment from it if she didn't.

Instinctively, he started moving his hips. His mind spun. He'd never imagined how good it could feel having his dick in a pussy.

"Uhn ... uhn ... uhn," Ramona moaned.

Her hips moved with his. He started slowly, then he was going faster. She went faster with him. He tried to hold back as long as he could, but it didn't last. Her warm, wet, tight pussy just felt too good. He let himself go and he was shooting inside her.

It was like his cum was being pulled from his balls. He groaned and his whole body jerked with each shot. He shoved his body against hers again and again and Ramona gasped every time his cock went a little deeper.

His orgasm ended and he lay on top of her, panting. She stroked her fingers through his hair, and her heels gently rubbed his ass. She was breathing hard in his ear.

"I liked that," Ethan said.

Ramona chuckled. "I thought you would."

He gazed into her eyes, wanting to tell her how much he loved her, but he could not make himself say it.

"You're still hard," she said, moving her pelvis.

"I guess so."

The movement of her hips turned him on again. He started moving his hips. Ramona closed her eyes and moaned through her open mouth. Ethan pressed his lips against hers. There was nothing better in the world than this.
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Burping Frog Publishing