4. Boy Toy - The Work Camp Earth-boy

The Work Camp Earth-boy

By Earth-boy

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• This story contains descriptions of sex between teen and pre-teen males. Do not read if you’re under 18 or it is illegal where you’re living.
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Chapter 4. Boy Toy

I awoke in the morning to Savros holding me in a close hug from behind. I could feel his tented underwear on my butt, and I humped back a little to let him know I was awake.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said. “This is so much nicer than the other two mornings you were here.”

“I’m sure. Something tells me you’re up for a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, like all night after you climbed into bed.”

“You were like that all night? Why didn’t you put it in me?”

“I didn’t think I should.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Dude, I’m a naked earth-boy in bed with a horny Greek. You really don’t have to ask. Besides, it’s how we normally sleep. There’s a whole bunch of us on the sleeping mat, and I have mine inside the earth-boy in front and the one behind me has his in me. That way we can have sex while we’re sleeping and the mat doesn’t get covered in goo.”

“Maybe that’s too much information, but since you said okay …” And with that I felt him pull his hard cock out and push it into my rear. The session was brief; I made him come within a couple of minutes, to give him time to recover before we got up to start breakfast. Uncomfortable though it was, I didn’t spill my stuff on to his sheets. I wondered if I could come up with a better idea than going through a roll of paper towels every day.

Now awake and satisfied, we started the day by preparing breakfast for the crew. Just before 8:00 I delivered hot water to Egan, Larry, and Jared. Again Egan didn’t acknowledge me and Larry gave me sincere “thank you.” Jared was awake, watching intently as I poured out the water for him while I wiggled my buns at him.

“I can give you that quickie you asked for,” I said. “How do you want it?”

He pulled back the covers. He was just as naked as I was, and hard. He was also very handsome, with a nice fit body that he obviously took care of. I suspected he’d played sports of some sort all through high school.

“Can you sit down on it, please?” he asked. “That way it’s like most mornings, except both my hands are free.”

“Oh, for sure!” I jumped on the bed. Facing him, I eased myself on to his erection, then started a persistent action with my amorial muscles. Without even asking, Jared grasped my rapidly inflating penis and started stroking it.

He had said “quickie” and that’s what I gave him. In just under a minute he groaned and emptied himself into me. I gave him a few good shots myself, which ended up on his chest and stomach. Impulsively I leaned down to kiss him, and he guided my lips to his for a good smooch.

“Hey, thanks!” he said. “That’s so much better than just beating one out myself in the morning.”

“Any morning you want it,” I replied.

“For me, that’s every morning!”

“And that’s a deal,” I said. “Sorry about the mess I left on you.”

“At least I have some water to clean it up with.”

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Savros noticed my semi-excited state when I returned to the kitchen. “Someone else wanted some action this morning, eh?” he asked, taking hold of my penis and giving it a few strokes.

“Yup!” I replied. “But what happens in the hut stays in the hut.”

Today was the third full day of my unexpected employment. Things were starting to become routine. Savros and I made breakfast and cleaned up, then a brief rest before lunch prep and cleanup, and another for dinner. For both lunch and dinner I called the men in from the field with a long call on the horn.

Because Egan wasn’t part of the work crew in the north field, he spent most of his time in the main hut, a lot of it playing games on a fancy laptop computer. I wondered how he managed to keep its battery charged, given the camp had only a couple of small generators that seemed to be tasked with charging batteries for whatever equipment was being used for the fieldwork.

Typical for Egan, he blew me off when I asked about it, telling me I had work to do and should mind my own business. Later I asked Larry, who pointed to the solar panel array beside the area where the truck was parked. The array charged a small battery bank, and Egan had found a way to tap into it to keep his laptop powered. It even worked on cloudy days.

But we were too isolated for cell service, which also precluded internet access. So the laptop was limited to whatever was on it at the time. Larry said Egan updated email every week when they all went to town on Sundays.

After supper the crew decided to forego the board game and instead headed outside. Jared got a Frisbee out of his cabin and we started tossing it around. There wasn’t that much space for this sort of play, as the huts and the truck occupied most of the forest clearing. Martin came up with the idea to move the truck out and park it a ways down the road to give us some room, which we did, but for the most part the seven of us were strung out a short distance from each other along the road.

For a change this was a game I knew how to play. Urban groves usually have a large field outside of the meadow ideal for sports like this. I’d played lots of games that involved kicking around a ball or throwing one, and flying discs and rings were part of that.

Except in a field one can pick and choose who to throw to. On the narrow road leading into the camp, with trees and bush on either side, it was basically just a game of passing the disc to the next person in line. But even that was challenging because the road wasn’t perfectly straight and climbed a hill to the flat area that housed the camp.

Jared was good! His throws were strong and always seemed to go exactly where he wanted them to. Savros was enthusiastic and could throw with some strength, but often as not they veered off course and into the bush. Egan could throw a mean disc, but only over short distances because his aim was poor.

Larry was steady, carefully considering his toss and doing it gently to ensure the next one in line could catch it. Riley and Martin weren’t really all that good, but they joined in and we kept the distance between them and the next man fairly short. I could throw with some accuracy, but due to my small size and admittedly non-active lifestyle couldn’t send it far.

The game came to a sudden end while the disc was being passed from the end of the line to the front. Savros was last in line, in the camp proper by the main hut. Next was Riley, just outside the camp and the first one on the road. He had the disc sent it on to Savros.

It didn’t make it. An unexpected gust of wind came through the trees and caught the disc. Riley and Savros watched partly in awe and partly in horror as it was lifted high into the air and sailed over the camp toward the forest. It hit the branches of a fir tree, changed course, and appeared to be headed for the ground when it was blown into an old lodgepole pine and snagged on a branch.

Riley had the presence of mind to relate the tree to landmarks in the camp so he could find the tree again when he looked away from it. Then he called down the road, “Sorry, guys, the game’s over. We’ve lost the Frisbee.”

It took a minute for the message to get passed down the line and everyone to make their way back to the camp.

“Do you know where it is?” Jared asked anxiously.

“Fortunately, we do,” Riley replied. It took him a few seconds to locate the tree again, then pointed it out to Jared. As soon as he spied it, Jared ran across the camp toward the tree. Riley, Larry, and I followed.

When we got there we could see getting to the Frisbee would be no easy task. The pine was old and all its lowest branches had died and broken off. The first usable climbing branches were high over our heads at five metres (16 feet) above the ground.

“Aw, that was my favourite Frisbee!” cried Jared. “I’ve had it since I was a kid. My grandfather got it for me as a birthday present when I was ten.”

Riley gave the tree a push, but it was strong and firmly rooted. “Well, we’re not going to be able to shake it out,” he said.

I spoke up. “I’ll get it.”

All three looked at me, surprised. “How?” asked Larry.

“I’ve lived among and in trees all my life,” I replied. “And earth-boys get a bit of help from the Earth when it comes to climbing.”

Since I was already in contact with the ground, I could call on eren without using any of the small amount within me. I did just that, then looked at the old tree. A plethora of hand and toe holds had become visible. Made more buoyant by the eren, I scampered up the tree as easily as climbing a ladder. Two thirds of the way up I came to the branch that held the Frisbee. It looked strong enough for me, so I lay across it, reached out, and just managed to catch it with my fingertips.

“Got it!” I called. Looking down at the ground, I saw all three looking at me. I pointed to the clearing and gently tossed the disc into it. It floated to the ground and I saw Jared running for it. As easily as I had climbed the tree I came back down again.

Jared’s face was one big grin as he held the treasured childhood Frisbee in his hands once more. “Thank you so much!” he exclaimed. “I was afraid I’d lost it forever!” He set the disc down and scooped me off the ground in a big hug. “Thanks again!”

I grinned too, elated to see him so happy and knowing I was the one who saved the day for him. “You’re welcome!” I said.

The next compliment came as a surprise. Martin planted a firm hand on my back, saying, “That was impressive, boy. There’s more to you guys than just a pretty butt!”

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“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Savros told me before the crew retired for the evening. “Things are slower. Most of us take an extra hour’s sleep. Some more than others. That means breakfast isn’t made for everyone in advance. I just prepare the fixings for scrambled eggs and pancakes, then make them as the guys come in and tell me what they want. I’d still like to have you in the kitchen, though, to help with the prep and maybe work the griddle.”

“I can do that,” I said. “Do you guys work on Saturday?”

Riley answered that. “Yes, but only in the afternoon. That could change if the weather turns on us. We’ve had a really good run so far, but three or four days of rain could put the work behind and change the schedule.”

Savros added, “So for tomorrow, just get up with me. Don’t bother with hot water to the huts. They can get it themselves.”

I nodded, but wondered about Jared. He’d probably miss having me in his hut in the morning.

My time with Larry that night went very differently from how I was expecting it to. I was laying on my back waiting for him to get undressed, when instead he merely sat down on the bed.

“Please, sit here beside me,” he said.

When I did so, he pulled me into a firm and warm hug, then let it go again.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m not going to have sex with you tonight.”

I must have had a rather dumbfounded look on my face. I didn’t even have to ask, “Why?” before he answered.

“My son’s fourteen now. A couple of years ago, before my marriage broke up, he had a good friend from school, an indigenous boy. At the time he looked remarkably like you, except for your ears, and of course his hair was black and not green. He always had a smile and kind word for people. Still does, as far as I know. At thirteen he got interested in his aboriginal heritage and moved to a First Nation.

“Now, my son’s straight and it’s more than likely his friend is too. And every time I look at you I see that boy. I’d no more have sex with him than I would my own son. I know you’re an earth-boy and I’m guessing you were looking forward to having a good time, but the resemblance between the two of you is just too much to ignore. I feel like having sex with you would be like molesting him.”

I mulled it over before replying. “I think I understand,” I told him. “I mean, I live in an urban grove so I’m around humans a lot. Sure, I get cat-calls and lewd remarks, and every once in a while a human wants me to go home with him, but it’s not like every single one is rushing me the moment I poke my nose out of the grove. I guess what I’m saying is it’s probably more normal for a human to not want to have sex with an earth-boy than it is for him to want to. Or her. We only remember the ones who wanted to and asked us, and sort of forget the great many who didn’t.”

He gave me a quick side-hug and smiled. “Thanks for understanding. I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”

“Don’t be—a couple of others here will be more than happy to make up for it. And, well, maybe there is something I can do for you.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“In addition to all the sex, we like affection too. So, for tonight, maybe I can be, like, your twelve year old boy whose just looking for some affection? You can tuck me into bed and wish me good-night.”

He smiled. “You’re being awfully romantic for an earth-boy.”

“We have our moments.”

“Sure,” said Larry. He got up off the bed and started pulling back the covers. “I must say, I’ve never put my son to bed before when he was naked.”

I smiled. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“Sure. Climb in.”

I got into the bed, as far to one side as I could get. He must have been aware that I’d get too warm with the blanket, for he simply put the sheet over me and made sure it was snug to my body,

“Good-night, son,” he said, giving me a light kiss on my cheek.

“Good night, Larry,” I replied. I didn’t feel it was right to call him “Dad.” I knew enough about human culture to know the word has a special meaning to them.

Larry dressed down and got into bed, too, wrapping the blanket around himself to ensure we were separated. I had intended to stay for only a few minutes until he fell asleep, but I felt curiously comfortable like this. This was perhaps the first time in my life I’d laid down to sleep without someone, earth-boy or human, with me and having sex. Yet I didn’t feel deprived. Maybe this was that thing called “love” that humans were always talking about?

I awakened a few hours later. Immediately I recalled I was in Larry’s bed, but Savros would be expecting me to get up with him to work on breakfast. As carefully as I could I got out of bed and left Larry’s hut for Savros’, where I snuggled up with him.

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The next morning was much more normal for me: I woke up to Savros’ hard cock up my rear and him pumping away. Of course I was hard too. Carefully I moved to the edge of the bed and pointed my penis over it, so when the inevitable happened I sent my semen on to the floor instead of the bedding.

Savros kissed me on the back of my neck. “That was great; thanks!”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re welcome, of course. I can do that every morning if you want.”

“I’m pretty sure if you’re with me it’ll happen.”

“No problem! Oh, be careful getting out of bed. I left a, er, deposit on the floor. I’ll clean it up right away. And I think we should get a roll of paper towels for here.”

“Good idea,” he said, and carefully got out of bed. Then he had to search under the covers for his underwear; he’d obviously removed it before starting in on me.

As Savros had explained the night before, we prepared ingredients for breakfast but didn’t cook anything until someone came in with an order. By now he seemed positively infatuated with me. Any free time between breakfast orders he was holding on to me and generally pawing me all over. It led to a couple of embarrassing moments when first Egan and then Martin unexpectedly poked their heads into the kitchen, only to see me in a very unprofessional pose with Savros and sporting a full erection. He was hard, too, but at least his pants and apron hid the evidence.

No surprise, the sole teenager among us slept the latest. I asked Riley at about what time we should expect Jared to appear in the main hut, and about fifteen minutes before that got a couple of paper towels and headed for his hut.

I should have knocked before entering, but for us everything’s pretty much done out in the open, sex included. So it wasn’t something I thought of; I just opened the door and walked in.

Jared was on his bed, stark naked with a hand round his hard cock. A brief but mortified expression ran across his face until he realized who it was that had just barged in.

It took me few moments to figure out what he was doing. Earth-boys are so rarely without a sex partner that masturbation is practically unknown. The only reason I knew it existed was I learned about it when we were taught about humans and how they handled sex. It was the first time I’d ever seen it myself.

“Oh! Sorry!” I exclaimed, then followed it up with, “I was just coming by to help you with that.”

His expression became more relaxed as he spoke. “Well, you scared the hell out of me, but your timing’s great! And, uh, everyone here knows you just don’t walk in on a guy on Saturday or Sunday morning.”

I grinned and laid down on top of him. “I see that now. But let’s finish up what I came here to start, shall we?”

“Oh, yeah!” He grabbed hold of my head and pulled me into a kiss, then put his tongue against my lips, begging to enter my mouth. I let him in, and we spent an amazing couple of minutes just playing like that.

When we came up for air he asked, “You know what a sixty-nine is, right?”

I grinned. “It’s the number that comes after sixty-eight?”

He ruffled my dark green hair. “Yes, but we’re not counting right now. I want to suck you off!”

In a flash I was on my hands and knees, my now fully erect penis at his mouth and mine at his. I took him into my mouth and deep-throated him, something earth-boys can do very early in life. He started working mine … and he was good at it!

A finger went into my rear, soon followed by a second. He was twisting around and pressing, searching for my prostate. (Yes, earth-boys have one, and it’s a bit larger than a human’s.) Then he stopped long enough to say, “If you don’t mind, I want to suck you off—Earth-boys’ cum always tastes good. Then I want to fuck you from behind.”

“Go right ahead,” I said. “And mine should be really sweet thanks to all maple syrup I’ve been having on my pancakes and jam on the toast.”

I eased up on him and let him go to town on me with his fingers up my butt. I used the muscles back there to play with them while he enthusiastically sucked me and used the fingers on his other hand to fondle my balls and stroke my penis. After only a couple of minutes he had his reward. Sure, I’d come earlier in the day with Savros, but we refill very quickly and he got a good load.

“Oh, man, that tasted great! Now lay down and let me get off in ya!”

I gave his penis one last hearty deep throat suck, then flipped over on to my stomach on the bed. Jared entered me firmly but not roughly. I carefully moderated my amoryn so he could actually enjoy being inside for a few minutes and not end it too soon.

As he was riding me I got the paper towels and put them under my still erect penis. When an earth-boy is being fucked like this, he always has an orgasm when the one doing him does.

This was a great feeling: a young and lusty human inside me, giving me a good workout. Finally sensing he was close, I grabbed his penis with my amoryn and held him tight. He understood and lay down on my back. Then I sent my amorial muscles into strong waves, and in moments I could feel him emptying himself into me while he gasped and moaned loudly. Of course I came too, spilling out on to the paper towels.

I loosened my grip on his penis, but only a little to prevent him from pulling out too quickly. Gently I coaxed the last of his cum out of him while he lay on top of me, resting and satisfied. He nuzzled the back of my neck, murmuring quietly. I carefully folded the paper towels, then waited a couple of minutes before loosening up further.

He pulled out, rolled off my back and lay down on his side on the bed. Then he pulled me into a hug and kissed me a couple of times. But he held on after, reluctant to let go.

“That was amazing!” he said quietly. “And to think we get to do all this again tonight!”

I smiled at him. “Yeah, it was, and I’m looking forward to it even more now. Let me guess—you’re gay, right?”

His smile didn’t change very much at all, but he shook his head. “Actually, no. I’m really straight. I’ve had girlfriends since I was twelve and I’ve been with my current one since grade eleven. We might even get married. And I’d never think of sleeping with a guy.”

“And yet …” I said.

“Oh yeah,” he answered. “Earth-boys? You’re, like, really male, but there’s just something about your pointy ears and funny hair and no belly button that seriously turns me on. Half the porn I watch is guys and girls, and the other half is earth-boys live streaming themselves. I don’t know what it is, but you guys just get me going.”

“That’s the way it should be,” I said. “We’re here for you when your girlfriend’s reluctant or doesn’t want to risk having your kid. In a way it’s a shame that so few of us bother going to high school. If we did I think teenage pregnancies would all but disappear.”

“Probably. You know, being labelled ‘gay’ in high school isn’t the end of the world these days, but it still isn’t easy. Yet not even the studliest football jock thinks twice about doing an earth-boy. He doesn’t even get teased about his girlfriend not putting out for him. It’s just your reputation as sex toys.”

“And one that’s well deserved! And you really knew what to do with me. Something tells me you’ve had more than a few earth-boys yourself.”

“Oh, for sure!” said Jared. “My parents brought one home for me when I was thirteen so my uptight dad didn’t have to do the embarrassing father-son talk thing. The boy was there for a month and I learned a lot! He even showed me where the more open groves were; you know, the type where they have little cottages hidden away in the woods surrounding the meadow. I paid them a lot of visits. My girlfriends didn’t mind too much ’cause I wasn’t pressuring them for sex. Well, that and I didn’t tell them I was getting it on with you guys.”

“She probably suspected it anyway.” Reluctantly I began to pull out of our hug. “I should be getting back to the kitchen now or Savros will send out a search party. And I’m looking forward to our time tonight.”

“I am too! Do you think you can stay with me all night?”

I thought about it. “I should be able to. Savros might get jealous, though. We’ve only known each other for three days but I think he already sees me as a boyfriend.”

Jared looked crestfallen. “Uh, I was kind of hoping to get you as a, er, special friend, too. This could get complicated.”

“It could, yeah. I’ll let him know you’ve asked me to stay the night with you. I think he’ll understand.”

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Being Saturday, the day was slower paced. Savros didn’t bother with cleaning the kitchen after breakfast, preferring to postpone it until after we’d made a light lunch for the crew. After lunch they headed for the work field, while Egan put me to work cleaning their huts.

Because I hadn’t even planned on working here at all, I asked Riley if he thought it was too much to ask of me. It led to an interesting conversation.

“I can increase your pay,” he said.

“From what? I haven’t signed anything yet. Besides, most of the pay an earth-boy gets from being employed by humans goes back to the grove.”

“That is a bit of a conundrum,” Riley mused. “You can usually get people to more work by offering them more money, but that’s obviously not the case with you. To now it’s been up to the guys to keep their own huts in order. How about you do only Egan’s? Give the floor a quick once-over with a mop and make his bed. Savros can show you show to do those. In fact, it would be a nice touch if you made Egan’s bed every day.”

“Why Egan?” I asked. “He’s not a very nice guy. He kidnapped me, remember? And he’s never asked me to do anything; he just tells me and expects me to do it.”

Riley nodded. “Unfortunately, he’s the price I pay for being able to do what we’re doing out here. His uncle is rich and he’s financing most of this. The uncle’s taking a risk, too: if we come up empty he loses all his money. Part of the deal was we had to let his nephew stay here with us to ensure his money’s well spent.”

“So what does that have to do with keeping his hut clean and tidy?”

“It’ll keep him happy. Well, happier than he usually is. I can’t risk him storming away on us in the truck, leaving us stranded here and without the money we need to continue the work.”

“And that concerns me, why? I can walk out of here any time I want. I won’t get lost, and I won’t starve because I can use eren to find more than enough food and water on the journey home. And once I get to the highway, it’ll be really easy for me to hitch a ride into town. Lots of drivers like picking up earth-boys, especially when they’re naked.”

“I must say you’ve got me,” Riley said. “I can’t force you and I can’t bribe you. Okay, I can ask, but there’s not much I can do if you refuse. I can’t even come after you for breach of contract because there isn’t one. About the only thing I can say is for the moment you’ve decided to stay and work with us, so would you mind taking on this extra task? Even if it’s only Egan’s hut?”

I considered it and answered, “All right. But for now only Egan’s, and really it’s only because you asked me to. If I get bored I’ll consider doing the others.”

“Thanks,” said Riley.

“Why is Egan like that, anyway?”

Riley shook his head. “Don’t know, really. Some humans think they’re better than everyone else and don’t see a need to treat them kindly. For the most part they get away with it.”

“Why? Why don’t you just ignore them?”

“A whole bunch of reasons. Usually they affect only a small number of people at a time, so not everyone knows how bad they can be. They make friends with other people like them, and they seem to get along with each other. And being a jerk isn’t illegal, so they go unpunished a lot of the time.”

“Different from us,” I said. “Earth-boys like that aren’t welcome in a grove. We first try to use lots of calms to see if that changes them, but if they continue they won’t get served in the kitchen—they have to get their own food—and we won’t play with them in the pool. We try to exclude them from any group activities like ball games. Very often they’ll just move to a different grove.”

“Do you know how it works out?”

“Not really. I’ve heard sometimes they’ll find a grove that tolerates them better, and I’ve even heard of groves that made them leave. But there are lots of groves, and any earth-boy is always able to enter one.”

“So I guess there’s no such thing as a homeless earth-boy.”

“Not at all. No earth-boy is ever without a place to stay or food to eat. Now, some earth-boys can wear out their welcome really fast. But there are over seventy thousand groves in North America. An earth-boy could spend his entire life going from one to the other and never visit them all.”

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Before going to Jared’s hut that evening I let Savros know I’d be spending the night there and not expect me to be with him in the morning. At first he looked really surprised, then disappointed, and then even upset, but in the end he obviously understood I wasn’t beholden to him. He did ask me to set an alarm on Jared’s clock so I could be in the kitchen on time to help with breakfast.

The night’s activities with Jared were as exciting as both of us were hoping they’d be. He got naked as quickly as he could once we were inside, then pulled me down with him on the bed and passionately started making out with me. It seemed neither of us could keep our hands still: we were all over each other, feeling everything we could. Of course both of us got hard in seconds and really enjoyed feeling up each others’ penis.

Jared briefly paused our romp to find some lubricating gel, which he applied to his rear.

“I’m guessing you’ve been only on the receiving end since you got here,” he said. “How’d you like to give me a good fuck instead?”

“What?” I asked, surprised. “You said you’re not gay!”

“I’m not. But I did have an earth-boy in my bed for a month back when I was thirteen. He showed me it’s just as nice to get as well as give. And earth-boys seem to add something special to the experience.”

“Well, in that case, sure!”

Jared lay down on his stomach. I didn’t waste any time, but carefully pushed my hard cock inside him. It went in easily with no complaint on Jared’s part; he’d obviously been doing this on a regular basis. After a few days of being done by everyone in the camp it felt good to have my penis inside someone for a change. I went at him for a few minutes but didn’t last long: the thought I could actually cum without making a mess on someone’s bed seriously raised my excitement. When I came it was long and thoroughly enjoyable.

Jared gave me a minute to rest up, then put me on my back and did much the same to me. No morning quickie this time; I was intent on giving him a really good orgasm. I used my amoryn as much as I could to get him going to a high, then back off to give him a rest before starting in again. Since I could see his eyes, I even used some eren to send him a calm. He was already calm, so the effect was to make him feeling higher than he already was.

I knew I was succeeding when he finally cried out, “Let me cum! Let me cum already!” Which I did. A touch more eren and some wild manipulation of my amorial muscles had him writhing in ecstasy. I think everyone in the camp must have heard his cry when he finally blew a huge load inside me while I did everything I could to make it last.

He collapsed on top of me, spent from his exertions. I kissed what parts of him I could reach while feeling out his delightful body with my hands. I’d come as well, but with him on top of me I couldn’t really clean up.

Jared was practically comatose for five minutes before he finally shifted off me.

“Now that’s why we like having sex with you guys!” he finally managed to say. “As much as I love my girlfriend, I’m not sure she can do to me what you just did!”

I grinned, then collected paper towels—some of which I’d dampened earlier—and used them to remove my semen from our bodies. “And I can do it again the next night, too, and the night after that.”

“Oh, no way!” he exclaimed. “After a week I’d be totally burned out and no use to anyone! You included.”

I gave him a good kiss. “Yeah. That’s why we usually don’t go all-out like I just did.”

Unlike others in the camp, Jared didn’t put anything on when we settled down to go to sleep. “It’s a habit I picked up from that earth-boy,” he said. “I’ve slept naked ever since.”

“That’s the way it should be. Cuddle up behind me and put your penis by my bum. That way when you get hard in the night I’ll be able to do something with it.”

“Oh, yeah! That’s something else the earth-boy taught me.” We shuffled around, with him spooning me from behind with his arms around me. “When I’m with an earth-boy like this I get the most amazing wet dreams and never leave anything on the sheets. I remember one where I think I did half the high school’s girls’ volleyball team.”

“Well, I can’t promise you that tonight. But I can wish you pleasant dreams.”

“Oh, for sure. Good night.”

“Good night.”