Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Summary: A true-to-life story from childhood Keywords: fiction, gay,minors
FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
From the YOUNG, HUNG, & PROMISCUOUS zine:
CAMP FROLICS
The following story is a true-to-life account, as reported in the Young, Hung, & Promiscuous Zine, a true-to-life accounting of sexual adventures from the childhood of boy-lovers.
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ISHMAEL WILKINS
CAMP FROLICS
At fourteen and fifteen I volunteered as a residential summer camp counselor. The camp, run by a well known boy's organization, was open to boys from around seven to twelve. All backgrounds attended the camp, since "camperships" were available for boys from poor families.
My very first year, and the very first session of camp I was assigned a small wooden cabin at the outskirts of the camp. The cabin would hold ten boys plus myself. I found our early on that I was to be the object of a "trick." The trick was that the first campers assigned to be were ten very young African-American boys. The boys were all between eight and ten years old.
At first I did not understand what the trick was suppose to be, but I soon found out. Most of the other counselors there were somewhat racist, and considered getting assigned all black campers to be bad luck. I wasn't racist at all, and soon let all of my new charges know this. Sitting them down on the floor in the middle of the cabin, I told them so, and I told them that I would be like their big brother while they were there. I told them that I didn't mind if they slept in each other's beds, as I knew that night time in a new place could be scary. I also added that I didn't mind if they had "special friendships," as long as it was kept private inside of the cabin. I left the definition of special friendship for them to figure out.
Since the first activity of the day was a swimming test, I told them that they should all change into their bathing suits. Up to that point in time I had never seen a boy of color naked, and so I sat eagerly awaiting my first glimpses. I was quite impressed with what I saw. All of the boys had better than average size penises. I believe that the boys knew that I was checking them out, but they didn't seem to mind, and they all took longer than was necessary to finally slip into their suits.
That night, around midnight, I was awakened by a nine-year-old who was scared to go out to the communal bathroom all alone. He told me as he woke me up that none of the other boys were brave enough to go with him, and that he had to go badly. I walked him down to the bathroom and back again. He chatted eagerly and appreciatively all the way down and back.
When we returned to the cabin he asked me if he could come into my bed for a little while and talk. I quickly agreed. After stripping back down to my undershorts I crawled into bed with the little boy. Within a few minutes I was rubbing his fairly large erection, and after a few minutes more I had him spread out on my bed naked, and was sucking his long smooth dick.
Without asking the boy arranged himself into a sixty-nine position and with very little effort took my entire cock into his mouth. I had never been deep throated by such a small boy before that, and it took only a few minutes of him sucking me before I was cumming in his throat. He swallowed my cum as if he had been doing it all of his life, crawled up on to of me, kissed me on the mouth, and then took his underpants and went to his bunk.
Within a couple of minutes another boy appeared at my bedside. While I watched he stripped off his underpants and crawled under the covers with me. He repeated pretty much the same things as the first boy, and managed to bring me to another quick climax.
By day break all ten of the boys had come to my bed, stripped off their underpants, and crawled in with me to be sucked and to suck me. I gave up counting how many mouths I came into, however, a few of them were unable to receive any fluids from me.
Not only had I experienced sex with my first boy of color, I had been able to make love with ten of them in a row. Each of them were different and lovely. By the time that we all finally fell to sleep the sun was coming up, and most of us were sleepy throughout the entire next day.
By weeks end we were sharing all kinds of sex. Each of them decided that I could fuck them. Before I attempted to do so, however, I treated each of them to a long rim job. Many of nights we spread out all of the available sleeping bags on the floor, and abandoned out beds to sleep together on the floor. I was very happy that we were able and allowed to lock our cabin doors at night.
Today these boys are all eighteen and older, and I've continued to see them as much as I could in the past. All of them still have positive memories of our summer together, and occasionally I will sit down and write to one or more of them.
CAMPing AT FIFTEEN
The boys at the summer camp named the place "camp cock," because it was pretty much orgy time from the moment their parents dropped them off until they were picked up at the end of their stay. We had a common bathroom building in the middle of the camp, and after hours it would turn into a cruising area. Boys of all ages would be hanging around looking for sex. Many nights I would walk in on the middle of two boys having sex, and on a few occasions I walked right into the middle of an orgy. I also managed to be able to "pick up" a few boys hanging around the bathroom waiting for new friends.
We played two regular summer camp games there. One was tag ball, and the other capture the flag. Tag ball was played in a large enclosed area, and capture the flag took place in a fairly extensive wooded area. Since most of the counselors hated running either of these two activities, I soon took them over.
One day in the tag ball arena, I announced that we were going to play strip tag ball. All of the boys laughed, few of them believing me, however, they grew quiet as I explained the rules.
I told them that if they were hit once by the ball, a bunch of socks rolled up into a bigger sock, they would have to take off their shirt. Twice and his pants came off, and so on until he was naked. Once a naked boy got hit again, he would have to sit down around the edge of the arena until the game was over. The last remaining boy was declared the winner, and received a treat from the camp store. The game would then progress in reverse. All the boys would enter back into the game naked, and on each hit he would put an article of clothing back on. The last remaining naked boy would be the winner.
Of course I only played this version of tag ball when the "coast was clear." We would have lookouts who sat up on the fence signal if anyone "square" approached. Soon after I began these special tag ball sessions upward to one hundred boys would attend tag ball daily. No one in the camp could figure out why tag ball had suddenly become so popular with the boys.
Capture the flag was usually played in the evening, shortly after dinner. It was a little cooler then, and since not much was going on, a huge number of boys would come to play. Darkness would mean the end of the game, and if no team was able to capture the other's flag by then, the game would be continued the next evening.
The game is normally played with shirts and skins. My version was also one with shirts and skins, however, the shirts only wore shirts, and the skins only wore their skins. For about two hours all of the boys would run around the woods naked or nearly naked playing the game. When a boy from an opposing team was captured by the enemy, he was taken to a jail, where it was considered his duty to try to escape.
In our jails, however, a boy could bribe his way out with a quick sixty-nine in the nearby bushes. By the end of the first hour few boys were usually left looking for the other's flags. There were quite a few couples and groups spread out all over the woods having sex. Needless to say, capture the fag...whoops...flag, was a great success.
One evening around 12:30 pm I heard noises coming from the camp's huge baseball field. Leaving my cabin to investigate, I found two naked eleven and twelve-year-olds bouncing on the trampolines, and two of the them lying down on the tarp together head to foot.
When I approached they were scared at first until they seen who it was. They greeted me openly, and asked if I wanted to "bounce" with them. While three boys bounced on the trampoline, I sucked the fourth off on the other mat. By the time I had blown my fourth, a new naked boy appeared, and I began to blow him, noticing while I was doing so that I hadn't yet sucked that cock that night.
When the boy came down my throat, and a new one appeared, I took my light and shinned it around me. To my horror, what seemed like twenty naked boys, underpants in hand, were waiting for blowjobs. As time went on the numbers continued to grow, and when I was close to lockjaw, I began to masturbate them instead, taking them two at a time to bring them all to climax. Boys of all ages, sizes, and colors appeared that evening. I noticed, much to my great pleasure, that a few of the blowees were uncircumcised. Most boys at this time were cut, and so to find one uncut was a real treat, at least to me.
BY the time that I called it off, telling the boys to go back to their cabins, it was around three o'clock in the morning. I felt as if I has sucked every boy in camp. Because it was under the cover of darkness, it seemed that every boy wanted his time to be blown.
The following day, short of a few chuckles and a few broad smiles directed at me, the night was never mentioned. I did notice, however, that certain lumps would develop in boy's pants if I stopped to talk with them. Later I was told by another teenage counselor who was found of younger boy cock, that I had broken the camp record for cock sucking all in one single night.
I just recently talked with an old boyfriend who I met at Camp Cock. He says that although some boy-boy sex still takes place, the hysteria over sex has hit hard, and Camp Cock can no longer be called Camp Cock with the same pride as when we were younger.
THE END
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