Chapter Four
In Full Colour
Over the next few months, Jon's capacity for imagining things to reality in The Den's many rooms became bigger and bigger. He was now able to create in colour and texture and, similar to his schooling where he was now being taken to the four corners of the world by the machine to illustrate what he was being taught, the rooms took on size and belief.
So it was with mounting excitement this time when Tommy said, 'Welcome young Sir. How can I help you?' and he answered, "I would like some 'Rest and Recreation, please Tommy," not only because he knew what he wanted to create for himself, but also because he wanted to create it in full colour realism.
Tommy paused for a moment and then smiled. "Yes master Jon, I think you are ready for this. Good Luck young Master!" Jon had been aware that for some time his telepathic link with the machine had become almost complete, and Tommy's reaction today was proof. He walked into the corridor and his suspicions were confirmed; for the first time he could read the hieroglyphs on the doors and understand them. As he read each door label a small, quiet voice in his head told him what was inside.
He entered the room marked 'Recreational Projections' and moved to the centre of this space. He closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, picturing what he wanted the room to become in his mind's eye as he slowly turned clockwise until he had 'painted' the scene he wanted all around him. He opened his eyes and was gladdened at what he saw. Everything he had thought for was there, like a snapshot. He closed his eyes again and conjured the sounds needed, and then, hardest of all, he imagined everything moving. When he opened his eyes this time he felt he really was at the entrance to a boy's Summer Camp, at arrival time.
Coachlike buses were arriving and leaving outside the gates as he entered the Office with his rucksack and case. Jon looked out at all the smoke and dust, breathed in the smells, listened to the orchestrated cacophony of sounds and nodded proudly to himself - so far so good! There were four queues ending in tables with young men checking the details and, having consulted their listings, designating cabins, groups, leaders, the entire organisation needed for everybody's stay.
He knew what he would find in his designated cabin, it was - after all - his imagination. Having stacked all his gear neatly away in his lockers he went in search of his leader. Jim, the leader, was chatting with six of the other boys who would make up the ten boys under his charge in the Cabin. Jon entered and was greeted by nods and smiles from everyone there. They had all met last year and had particularly asked for this leader and Cabin, wanting to continue their friendships for another summer. Within twenty minutes the other three boys had arrived and said their Hallos and then Jim locked the door to his room and stood facing them. "Are we all ready to start as we mean to go on?" he asked. Ten voices yelled as one "Yeah!!!" "OK let's make a start."
Jim pulled his shirt off over his head then took off his socks and slip-ons. Ten pairs of eyes watched as he stood with his hands on his hips. They all then looked at each other to see who would dare to proceed. Jon stood up and simply shed his clothes to stand there naked. All eyes were now on him and his half erect cock. He scratched his balls a couple of times and then went over to Jim. Standing to the side so as not to block anyone's view he unbuckled Jims belt and let Jim's shorts fall to the ground. The boys looked at Jim's Calvin Klein white underpants, the pouch filled with bulging promises. Then they all stood and stripped themselves down to nothing, to stand in front of Jim in a semi-circle. They watched mesmerised as Jon ran his right hand over the lump in Jim's pants, their cocks slowly engorging as they watched Jim's cock first get bigger and fill the pouch so that they could clearly see the tube of his cock and the line of the rim of his circumcised helmet pushing out the white fabric, and then Jim's cock growing longer and bigger after Jon had moved it over to one side so it pointed up at his hip. By the time Jon started to rub his hand along the length and back of it, all the boys were wanking their own cocks in silence. Jon moved behind Jim, took hold of the top of the pants and slowly pulled them down towards the floor. Jim's hard cock caught in the fold of the pants and began to be pulled down as well, slowly sliding free of the pants until with a jump it slipped out completely, bouncing up to come to rest pointing up at 45 degrees to his body. Jon reached round and with two hands started to wank Jim's pulsing cock and fondle his hanging balls. A drip of pre-cum dew oozed out the slit and one of the boys, called Matt, came forward and knelt at Jim's feet. He took Jim's cock away from Jon and, after looking back at the others wanking there, put it in his mouth and sucked. Jim put his hands on the teenager's head and, holding it steady, started to fuck in and out of the young, hot, wet orifice.
Jon came round to Jim's side again and looked at all his friends wanking as his mate Matt's face got fucked by Jim. Jon's own hand was pumping away at his own cock as well. As Jim fucked Jon noticed that his strokes were getting longer and deeper with his rhythm not changing for a minute or so until they became slightly shorter and quicker. Jon lay down on the floor between Jim-fucking-Matt and the rest of the troupe, wanking like the others standing over him as hard as he could. They all watched as Jim came in Matt's mouth in short, jerky movements, and then formed a circle over Jon and rained their cum on him as his own cum spurted out and up his front. Spurts of cum splattered his naked body, each boy trying to get his into Jon's open mouth, as he watched it squirting down out from the slits of their dicks until one boy's load flopped over his eyes. He closed both eyes then felt a body lie on top of him and slide up and down over his spunky body. Two hands held his head and two lips met his lips. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into Matt's mouth, a mouth that was full of Jim's cum. Together they swapped and savoured the bigger boy's salty, tasty cum. Then they heard Jim tell them to clean up and get ready for Supper call. Matt pulled away from Jon and said, "I've really missed that. Nice to see you Jon." Jon wiped both eyes with his fingers to get rid of the splattering of spunk. "Nice to see you Matt," he said grinning. Matt licked at Jon's cheek and they kissed again before scrambling up and out into the corridor, following the shouts of the others already in the showers. Matt ran his tongue sloppily over Jon's face again before they entered the open showers together. "Good for the skin, ya' know," chuckled Matt. Jon cupped his hand around his cock and balls and waved them at Matt. "Good for these too, mate!" he answered.
More to cum another day ......