Provisional Camp

(Mbbb, ped, gay)

Edited by Lance Vargas

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(EDITOR'S NOTE: I'm the kind of person who people feel like they can tell their story to. This story cost me two bottles of Dewar's and two evenings with the main character who felt very nervous about relating it, and for good reason. I've never had the opportunity to show somebody a story about them after I've completed it, but I wanted him to read it first. He said I made it sound a lot better than it really was, but I think he was pleased and relived some interesting times. Hope you enjoy.)

"It's just a week," Dan told me. "What's another week?" To a newlywed a week is like asking a starving man to sit at the table but don't take a bite.

I wondered to myself if undergoing this training at the Schiff Scout Reservation was the right career choice. Meg's father had been anxious for me to manage his carpet store. Yet here I was. I had never been a boy scout, and now I'm studying to be a professional scout district executive. Eight-hundred miles from home in the woods of New Jersey I thought about my lot in life. Meg and I had almost killed each other the night before I left trying to get as much sex in before the dry spell. Now that spell had been extended.

Well, fortunately, Dan let me spend the first night back at home before I was to report to camp. There was no reason for Dan to ask why I was so tired that next morning. Sleep was sacrificed for the sake of my sanity. Let's just say Meg wasn't walking straight that morning either.

I got there a few hours before the campers would arrive in the afternoon. Will, the camp director, showed me to my troop's site way out in Bunfuck, Egypt. We walked past other campsites with 10 or 20 tents each. Here was my little podunk place with five tents, including a large one for me.

"Uh, Will, only four tents for the scouts?" I asked.

He chuckled a bit and said, "If we get eight boys we'll be lucky. Mostly rich kids whose folks are trying to get rid of them for a little bit during the summer."

The provisional troop is made up of scouts who come to camp without their troop. Either the troop hasn't planned to attend camp together or the boys have a schedule conflict.

In either case, they're mine for a week. Lucky me, I thought.

I inspected my tent. Not bad, big, single bed, desk, table and lamp, wooden palette for a floor. Actually, it was more than big enough for Meg to join me if there was a double cot available. Will said that if she were game she could join me in the tent. I was a bit removed from the boys' tents so I could have a bit of privacy. Meg already told me that Holiday Inn was the most roughing it she was interested in.

An hour before check-in the early birds arrived. I came out of my tent and saw five boys inspecting the premises, each carrying a full backpack and a sleeping roll under their arm. Before walking over to introduce myself I just observed to see how this little social group would interact. Three of them looked to be friends and were checking out a tent together, even though the tents were meant for two.

The two others were solo acts, and were favoring the tents on the end, away from the others.

I finally introduced myself and found out they were all from separate troops, even the three I thought were together. I offered whatever assistance I could, which wasn't much, and told them where my tent was located and where first aid could be found. I reminded them of assembly in two hours and left them to set up their sites. I walked to the admin building to get coffee.

When I returned to the campsite just over an hour later I called out to them to prepare for assembly. There was a great ruckus in the tent where the three scouts were bunking almost to the point that I was afraid it was going to come tumbling down.

As I walked toward the tent I asked aloud if they needed any help.

"Uh... no sir. We're OK." came one nervous little voice.

"Jerry thought he saw a rat, but it was a leaf," another called out.

I chuckled at that and went to my tent.

We "marched" to assembly together as a troop; well a troop in name only. I had the three musketeers and the two lone wolves staggered behind me. This was going to be a wonderful week, I can see it coming, I thought to myself.

Assembly, dinner, evening campfire and then it was time for turn-in. As the campsite grew quiet and the glow of flashlights in the tents went out one by one, I thought about sneaking out to the poker game I heard about in the commissioners' area. Instead I just stayed in my tent feeling sorry for myself and thinking about Meg. I fought the urge to sneak to the latrine and jack off so I slept with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night.

Revellie sounded the next morning at 7:00 a.m., and I thought about walking around the campsite to gather the troops. But looking down at my boxers I figured one flagpole in camp is enough. It was going to be hard enough to make it to the latrine to take my morning piss without giving a show to all the woodland creatures.

I heard some of the guys leaving their tents and called out that I would be at breakfast later. I heard a couple of replies, but mostly footsteps walking away.

A cold shower is just what I needed to get me going on my way in a presentable fashion, so I stripped off my boxers and t-shirt and fitted myself into a pair of khaki shorts, grabbed my towel and headed to the latrine.

The latrine is a free-standing toilet-shower area with an opening below and above the walls and a roof overhead. The floor is a concrete slab with a step-up into the single shower. The shower is separated from the urinals by a half-wall, otherwise it's open.

I threw my towel over the shower wall, unzipped my shorts letting my hard dick fly free and tried to piss. I waited and waited to get soft enough to let it flow, but "junior" was having none of it. I slapped it, squeezed the head, wagged it about, but I could never get soft. I guess a quick hand job was the only way I was going to be able to piss this morning.

I grabbed my dick at the base wondering, hoping that all the boys had left for breakfast. My question was answered as I pulled back on my shaft and heard a noise in the shower.

My first reaction was to jerk my head in fear and cover myself, but instead knowing that I had been busted I just looked left over to the stall and there was Eric, one of the three musketeers. His head was poking from behind the half wall, eyes focused right on my dick.

"God damn," was all he said. He was no more than 12 or 13, a cute little blonde boy with that bad boy smirk or smile, or whatever you call it.

Now, I am a 100% heterosexual red-blooded American male who, given the opportunity outside of my monogamous relationship, would fuck any presentable woman making herself available to me. But here I was being gawked at by a pre-teen boy, and I felt myself getting harder and hornier than I can ever remember being.

He came from behind the shower wall wearing a towel wrap and shower flip-flops, all the time having his eyes trained on my dick.

I held it in my hand feeling it throb almost in pain aching for relief.

He came closer and examined it closely from base to tip, even looking at my balls and sack.

I have no idea what came over me, but I moved my legs letting my shorts drop to the floor and bending my knees to give him a better view of my package. I was nude from the ankles up.

Then I did something I cannot believe would ever happen, I slowly released my grip on my dick and pulled my hand away letting it point almost straight up; then I turned it toward him silently offering it to him to feel.

"It's so big," was all he whispered. And he reached over with his left hand and tried to circle his thumb and forefinger around my dick. My shaft did look huge in his little hand, but I could hardly register that at the moment. All I could do was moan loudly, almost doubling over with pleasure at another's touch on my organ.

Somewhere through the fog invading my brain I hoped no one was left in camp, but I couldn't dwell on that at the moment.

Eric had circled his whole hand around my girth and started to move up and down.

I moaned even more leaning forward at the same time thrusting to push myself into his hand. He never let go through my movements.

"Hold on," he said as he let go and moved around to my right side, grabbing my dick again with his right hand. His left hand reached under and fondled my sack feeling my balls.

Not another word was spoken, but I groaned and moaned as the intense pleasure from my groin continued building. He never went fast just steady, going up and down and watching the tip spew pre-cum. He released my sack with his left hand and smeared the head of my dick with liquid as he pulled back tightly with his right.

That was it! My knees started to shake, and I almost blacked out as my dick shot the first volley of semen on the wall about a foot above the urinal. He then jerked my dick again holding it tight against the base watching it shoot over and over.

When it was through I started to piss, and still he held my dick pointing it in the urinal until I was finished.

Coming to my senses I realized what had just happened in the last five minutes and I was totally confused. I looked at the kid who had now dropped his towel and was sporting a young hard-on of his own.

I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled and winked at him, stepped out of my shorts and headed for the shower.

When I finished showering he was gone. I got dressed and went to breakfast.

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I saw Eric at lunch, but he just smiled as he walked by with his tray to go sit with his friends. I think I smiled back, but I was so confused I didn't know what to think. Was I turning queer or becoming a child molestor? But he molested me! Yeah, like that would hold up in court.

"Hey, Brad, how's Provisional?" Will said as he sat down beside me with his tray.

"I had Provisional last year, you know, and it can be fun," he said.

"Uh huh," I responded glancing over at him to see if he was joking or serious. He just went about pouring ketchup on his fries not giving a hint of anything.

"It hasn't been too bad... yet," I joked. "I think I'll survive."

"Yeah, you got some good kids in there, like that Eric," he went on. My eyes widened and I scanned his face looking for clues if he knew anything. Nothing showed.

"This is his second year here, and he's made some good friends from last time. Good group." Will just kept babbling while I was caught up in my thoughts. Did he know anything? Was he suspicous?

I picked up my tray and made some lame excuse for leaving early.

"Just have fun with it, Brad. OK?" he called out to me.

I didn't answer, but walked past where Eric was sitting with his friends.

"Hey, Mr. Brad," one of them called out. "You going swimming with us this afternoon?" It was the oldest one; I couldn't remember his name.

"Nah," I tried to respond jokingly, "didn't bring my trunks."

"You don't need 'em," he shot back. "I thought you had a trunk." Then the three started to giggle like little girls.

At first I thought he was talking immature gibberish, but I was already out of the mess hall when the realization of what he was saying hit me. Before I could register it fully I heard footsteps running up behind me. Eric.

"Hey Mr. B, why don't you come swimming with us? We're going in the creek, not the pool. And it'll just be the three of us. Not a whole lot of guys," he huffed, trying to catch his breath.

"No, really, Eric," I replied as casually as I could, "I really don't feel like swimming right now." For a split second I tried with all my might to muster enough courage to talk to him about what happened this morning and how it can never happen again.

"Eric..." I started. But at that moment I heard others coming up behind us. I turned and looked and it was the other two, Eddy and Jerry.

"Hey, y'all coming?" one of them asked.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Eric cut in, "He's got some stuff to do." I saw one of them, I think it was Jerry, staring intently at my crotch. Even when I caught him looking his eyes caught mine for a split-second and returned below my waist. Nervously, I changed my position as if to leave. The kid chuckled a bit, turned and left with the others.

Crap! Did Eric tell anybody about what happened this morning? Do they all know? How many in camp knew, I wondered.

I headed to admin to hang around with the other execs mainly not to be alone but also to see if they knew anything.

Pete, a young commissioner, but a veteran of five seasons, greeted me when I stepped up to the porch where he was sitting with a pile of papers on his lap.

"Hey, Brad. How's it going? Provisional's a piece of cake, huh?" he asked while he shuffled through the pile

"Yeah, not a whole lot of heavy lifting, but all in all I'd rather be home. Hell, I've been away almost a month," I replied feeling rather sorry for myself.

"Well, after camp's over it'll be two months since I've been home. No use going home on Saturdays since we gotta get this whole thing set up for the next week," he said. "Yeah, it can really get to you sometimes being 'cooped' up in this big ole camp. But you get creative trying to release the pressure."

I had no idea what he was talking about, and staring at his face didn't give me any clues either.

"You got the 'Terrific Trio' this year, huh?" he asked, but before I could respond, Will came out of the hut onto the porch, and hearing trio he responded, "Oh yeah, those three are back. That's kind of cool."

"What do you mean?" I asked, perhaps a little more interested than I should have been.

"Well, those three came here in provisional last year," Will began, "Total strangers, but after the first day they became best buds and were always together. Funny, too, because they're from different troops at least 30 miles apart. Have no idea if they see each other anywhere else but here. "

"Yeah, I noticed they were pretty chummy. Looks like a fun little group, too," I added trying hard not to give anything away.

"Chummy's not what I'd call it," Will chuckled a bit, "and fun? You have no idea. They're nice boys, but get a little overexcited, like some boys do. You know what I mean."

I didn't know what he meant, but I know how I took it to mean. I wondered how much Will knew? Did they have any episodes last year, or was this just one of those things.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't wrestle that image from my brain of Eric giving me a hand job in the latrine. It consumed my thoughts so much I figured I better leave before my subconscious blurted something out.

"Well, let me go check on the guys," I said as I got up from the rocker and started down the steps.

"Hey, Brad, loosen up and have fun. Really," Will advised. "Just go with the flow, and everybody will be happy. OK?"

"Oh yeah, no problem, Will," I tossed over my shoulder, "it's all fun."

I walked back to the campsite figuring that all of the boys would be engaged in afternoon activities, and a little peace and quiet might mean a nap. I opened the heavy canvas flaps to my tent to circulate some air. Definitely Army-issue, I thought. No zippers, heavy and huge. The scoutmasters were issued these big 8-man tents, primarily used for field offices. Although Spartan in look, the furnishings were just what you needed in camp. Pretty decent iron bed, no cot; a filing cabinet used as a bedside table and electric lamp on top with another outlet for a radio or something. A table/field desk combination and a couple of metal chairs. Even with all of that the tent was so huge it just swallowed up all of the furnishings making it almost look empty.

Lying back on the bed I tried to push everything out of my mind when I heard a little voice at my tent flaps.

"Hey Mr. B, you sleeping?" It was Eric standing there with wet hair and a towel.

I sat up on my elbows.

"You wanna go hiking with me? Just us. They got a cool trail on this side of camp where nobody goes," he pleaded.

"Where's everybody? I asked.

"They went to the pool. Creek's too cold, and I didn't wanna go."

"Eric, I'm not up to hiking right now. Let me take a rain check, ok?"

"OK, well..." he paused, "I'm gonna go to my tent and get out of my suit." He paused again looking at me. It seem like time stopped. What? He just stood there. Not a chance in hell I would respond to that any other way than to say "Ok."

He turned and left with a furrowed brow.

"Trouble, big trouble," I thought to myself. Hell, I couldn't stay in here with him out there. I got up from bed and left the campsite. When I was on the trail back to admin I turned and looked back at the campsite, Eric was at my tent again still in his suit, looking inside but not going in. Yep, T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

I went down to the rifle range just to check out the other two scouts in the troop. Hell, almost forgot all about them. I chatted with the rangemaster for a bit watching the boys shoot paper targets. Getting bored with that I made the rounds of the other parts of camp, crafts, archery, orienteering and lashing.

Dinner time is always big at camp; lots of songs, celebrations, noise, noise, noise. And it's always topped off with burnt weiners and beans on the first night. A rowdy game of "Capture the Flag" through the woods followed at dusk . And when all the scouts were successfully tired out from the day and evening sessions it was time to head off to the campsites and turn in.

I gathered the troop and headed back not really engaging anyone in conversation, although the Three Musketeers chatted the whole way. The other two guys kept to themselves.

After getting them all in their bunks the last thing I wanted to do was turn in myself while any of them were awake. So I headed back to admin where I knew the poker game was starting.

"Hey Brad," Will said, "thought you would be having fun in the campsite." He chuckled as he dealt me in.

"Yeah, right" was all I said.

Only down $4.00 for the night, I decided 11:00 p.m. was a good time to hit the sack, knowing the camp was quiet. I returned to my tent and lowered the flaps. As I began to strip to my boxers I figured it was better to shower tonight than risk another morning like this morning. So I grabbed my towel and headed for the latrine.

I returned to the tent and quickly slipped on a pair of clean boxers. It was still too warm for a blanket so I laid atop my bed to read for a while. When I reached for a magazine in the filing cabinet I was startled by the tent flap opening slightly.

"Hey," a little voice piped in. It was Eric standing there in little white briefs.

Before I could even say a word he came right into the tent up to my bed and quickly put his little hand in the fly of my boxers fishing for my dick.

"I thought you might have missed me today," he said, as his hand found my cock and tried to maneuver it through the opening.

I grabbed both of his wrists and said, "Listen. Eric, we can't do this. We need to talk about this. You can never do that again, do you understand? Not only is it wrong, it's dangerous. We could... I could get into so much trouble for this. It's crazy!"

"No, it's not," he said as he wrestled against my hands but never releasing my dick. "Nobody's going to get in trouble. I promise."

Even with my firm grip, he still managed to stroke my shaft causing me to get immediately hard. Damn, it felt so good. Why was I fighting this? I really needed it. But it was just so damn wrong.

"Seriously, Eric, you gotta stop," I said almost pleading, but at the same time almost giving in.

He got my dick free from my boxers and was stroking it up and down. My hands relaxed on his wrists, and he continued to stare and stroke.

"Mr. B, you got the biggest dang dick I ever saw. It's even bigger than Eddy's, and his is huge."

I couldn't even respond, the feeling was so good. This kid had done this before, many times probably. One hand was playing with my balls very gently and his other, barely surrounding my dick, was slowing going up and down.

"Shit, Eric. That feels so good," I moaned.

I laid my head back on the pillow closing my eyes, just reeling with the feeling when a new sensation hit me, and I jerked up with a start.

Little Eric had put the entire head of my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it. SHIT! Goddamn that felt good. Holy shit, the kid's a cockscuker. His mouth began to move up and down over the head. That was about all he could get into his mouth, but he sure tried.

He unsnapped my boxers and began pulling them down from my hips all the time keeping my dick in his mouth. I scooted up my butt up so he could move them down more easily. When they got past my knees I almost had a heart attack. The tent flap opened and the other two boys from their little group came in.

"Goddamn, look at the size of that thing, Eddy. He's bigger than you!" one of them shouted almost too loud.

"Fucking A!" Eddy responded. "You were right, Eric. Man, he's huge."

I was stunned into silence not even having enough composure to object to what was happening. My mind raced trying to reconcile what was happening imagining all of the repercussions.

Both of them walked right in and began pulling off their briefs like it was the most natural thing. Jerry, the younger one, had a most respectable semi-hard cock hanging between his legs. But when I saw Eddie's I gulped. His was tremendous on that slender body. I stared transfixed at the sight.

Eric, who had stopped when the other two came in, resumed sucking my dick. Too many feelings to comprehend. My cock was being well serviced, and I was getting a floor show as Jerry reached down and stroked Eddy's big dick to a full erection. I just stared openly. Eddy saw me looking and waddled closer to the bed giving me a good look at his dick. He then grabbed Jerry's hand aiming his cock right at my face. I was so close to cumming I couldn't even think straight.

I closed my eyes trying to muster all self control to keep from cumming and to try to get a handle on the situation, but I was completely out of it. Then I felt something pushing on my lips. It was Eddy forcing his dick into my mouth.

I can only remember touching another man's dick one time in a locker room. A buddy was sporting a hard-on coming out of the showers, just as blatant as anything. He said he didn't know what made him so hard and that it was freaky. Then he asked me to feel how hard it was, and for some strange reason I did. I just squeezed it, let it go and agreed with him that it was hard. That was it.

Here I was about to suck on a kid's dick, man-sized, but still a kid's. And I wasn't sure if I really wanted to or not. Eddy had already decided and pushed it pass my lips. For some strange reason, call it being a gentleman or whatever, it didn't feel right to refuse him, after all, his little friend had his mouth full with my own pecker, and it was feeling almost too good.

I opened my mouth wide and felt the big glans go past my lips and teeth. Being a virgin at this I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I could feel everything that Eric was doing so I tried to do the same. I rolled my tongue across the bottom of his head, or tried to because my head was sideways, but I think I managed to do the right thing, because he left out a low, soft moan. His hips began moving back and forth literally fucking my mouth. All I could do was suck and lick.

Eddy grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. Damn, the kid was as hard as a rock, and it felt like he was growing. I guess that Jerry had let go completely when I started sucking. I stroked and sucked Eddy until his knees started to buckle. That's when I started to get scared, afraid that he was going to cum in my mouth. I had never even tasted my own cum before much less another man's, and I wasn't sure that I could take it.

Somebody said something, I think it was Eddy, but Eric quit sucking on my dick and I felt a larger hand on it. I picked my head up as far as it would go with Eddy's dick stuffing my mouth and saw that Eddy now had my dick in his hand jacking me off. Shit, I was going to cum, I could feel my balls churning.

But then everybody started moving. Eddy popped his dick out of my mouth, and with his hand still on my dick swung around to get on the bed, kneeling with his knees on either side of my head. His dick was right above my face now. With his other hand he pushed his dick down toward my mouth again and drove it home.

He went too far down my throat, and I almost gagged, and I probably would have, too, except that I felt my dick being swallowed whole by his mouth. And I mean swallowed. I never had anyone "deep throat" me before, but this kid had me way past his tongue, his mouth wide open with his head going up and down making a "gaa gaa" sound.

I knew I couldn't do what he was doing, but I tried my best to give him pleasure. I kept one hand on his shaft to keep him from driving it too deep again, but I stroked him as well as sucking on his head.

Then I felt him pull his throat off my dick and begin to give me a hand job at the same time sucking on my head. That was too much.

I tried to call out a warning, but all I could do was moan, higher and higher, faster and faster, my knees were trembling. Then Eddy grabbed my dick and pulled his hand back tightly against my body. I strained there for a few seconds, Eddy gently flicked the tip with his tongue, and then I let loose.

I cannot remember an orgasm as intense as that one was. I could barely see Eddy trying to keep my dick in his mouth as I spasmed semen all over the place.

I dont' know what the other two had been doing, but when I began cumming they stopped and watched and began to shout.

"Holy Shit, look at all the cum!"

"Man, he's gushing like a fire hydrant."

That's when I felt Eddy start to tremble himself. His moaning grew louder and louder until I was afraid it was broadcasting all over camp.

"Shiiiit," he cried and then he came... in my mouth. I felt his glans pulse and grow between my lips and felt the warm, salty fluid fill my mouth completely. I spit as much as I could, but had to swallow a bit just to try to breathe because it was spilling from my mouth to my nose and could feel it covering my chin and cheeks. Damn, this kid had some cum!

My nose was burning and only then did I realize why I couldn't breathe: my nose was full of his semen. He pulled his dick from my mouth while he was still spurting and began to jack himself cumming even more. My chin and neck were coated with it, and I spit the rest out of my mouth.

Eddy collapsed on top of me, his big dick laying across my face pressing against the side of my nose. I kind of made a motion to get up, but Eddy moved little.

"Goddamn, that was good," was all he said.

"I have a washcloth and towel on the chair," I called to Jerry, but Eric hustled and grabbed them for me. I began wiping my chest, neck and chin, at least the parts where I could reach that weren't covered by Eddy.

Finally he slid off of me stumbling off the bed almost hitting the floor, but he caught himself and leaned against the bed. I wiped the rest of my face then handed the washcloth to Eric who motioned for it. While I dried myself with the towel I felt little Eric begin to clean around my cock with the washcloth. He wiped the head thoroughly, and I felt myself becoming erect again although I never got fully soft. Then I felt him wipe along my sack and down my ass crack. He tried hard to spread my legs so I helped him and spread them for him.

Eric grabbed the back of my calves and began to pull my knees up. I was still reeling not only from the orgasm but the entire situation that I was confused about what he was trying to do. As I lay there, splayed like a frog with my knees in the air and feet on the bed, the boy grabbed my legs wanting me to scoot down on the bed. I did it without thinking until my heels were on the end of my bunk and my ass was almost hanging over.

Then Eric resumed cleaning my asscrack with the wet washcloth. Oh man, it felt so good. He began kneading my buttcheeks with his other hand causing me to clinch my butt tight sometimes trapping the washcloth in between.

I heard Jerry giggle, and then I noticed he had been watching intently. He came closer to where Eric was, and soon I felt his hands on my rear.

I almost jumped out of bed when I felt something wet poke right into my asshole. Jerry gently pushed on my stomach in an effort to calm me down. I realized then that Eric had stuck his tongue in my butthole and was now licking it. I didn't even have time to be grossed out thinking about it. The sensation went from surprise to extreme pleasure, and I felt my dick get even harder.

Jerry noticed this too and moved to the side of the bed where he began gently stroking my rod while keeping one hand on my stomach. Eric kept on licking and every once in a while he would prod on my hole with his finger. The feeling was awesome.

Some time had passed before I saw Eddy again, and he appeared with something in his hand that looked like a tube of toothpaste. He handed it to Eric who stopped playing with my asshole, but Jerry kept petting my hard-on like he was worshipping it.

I jumped again when I felt Eric touch my butthole again, but this time I felt something cool and slippery. He rubbed his fingers around my rectum gently pushing one inside. I didn't know what he had on his hand, but it was letting his finger slide in and out without discomfort. I started to relax my sphinctre letting him push his finger all the way up my butt feeling him rub me on the inside.

The feeling was so estatic I didn't even whine when Jerry quit stroking me. I watched as he took the tube from the bed and begin to smear the goo all over his hard dick. He had me mesmerized stroking it up and down, and it shined in the lamp light.

Eric was standing at the foot of the bed with one hand on my raised knee still fingering and stretching my asshole. After a pause I felt him push down on my hole with his thumb. It felt just a little different, but his thumb was more lubed than his finger had been so it wasn't uncomfortable.

In fact, it felt good; so good I started to moan again. He moved his thumb so slowly around my anus, and it stretched it making it feel better.

"Oh, keep doing that, it feels so good," I moaned.

"Yeah, man, go on he likes it," laughed Jerry, just watching us and jacking his greasy dick.

I was about to reach out and touch his dick when I felt Eric push his thumb deeper into me. But this felt different like his thumb kept getting thicker and it stretched my asshole. Then he went even deeper, and that's when I got the shock of my life! Eric had both hands on my hips, and I realized he had his dick up my ass and was buttfucking me! I immediately glanced down between my legs and saw Eric, his eyes closed, face almost in a grimace, thrusting back and forth. My initial shock was soon replaced by the feeling of both pain and pleasure as my asshole was stretched and stroked. I felt pain around the point of entry, but somewhere deep inside little Eric was hitting a spot that was driving me up a wall. Jerry was still standing next to me stroking himself and laughing at my confusion. On the one hand I didn't want to be fucked in the butt by a kid, but on the other hand it was feeling damn good.

Now I was really questioning whether I was straight or not. Shit, I must be bisexual!

Eric started speeding up his pumping, and Jerry moved behind him and started rubbing his bare chest. Eric was really going at it now, grunting as he stuck his dick in and up my butt. Then he started to shake, and I knew what was coming... it was Eric.

He let out a loud squeal, and I felt his little dick start to throb and pump his semen into me. I watched his face grimace as he unloaded. I felt his dick get soft inside of me, and then pulled out and stepped back in the tent.

My asshole was empty, and I was missing the feeling. But before I could feel sad about it Jerry quickly took his place. It was so sudden - Jerry had his dick halfway in me before I even realized it! The pain was back stronger but so was the intense feeling. Shit, if he kept this up I was going to cum again, and without even touching myself.

Jerry was going deeper and filling me up more than Eric had. His bigger dick was stretching my butthole more than I cared to have it stretched, but it was feeling too good to think about it. It felt like I was getting jacked off from the inside.

My knees were still up in the air, and my feet were dangling back and forth while Jerry pumped. I wrapped my ankles around his waist an began to pull him deeper into me. I was getting into it fully now. No longer surprised I wanted to be a part of the action, at least more than just being a butt to fuck. I began to clinch my asshole muscles, tightening them around Jerry's pole. I overdid it.

Jerry started to shudder and stutter, and then he wailed "Oooooooh, shiiiiiit." And then he came. And came and came. I almost came myself while he shook violently.

He broke free of my legs and fell back on the floor of the tent, panting and trying to catch his breath. I leaned over the side of the bed to see if he was ok when I felt a sudden stab of pain in a very sensitive place. Eddie!

Damn big-dicked bastard was trying to stuff his summer sausage in my raw asshole. I cursed him as loud as I could without waking the rest of the camp. "Shit, Eddie, don't! Take it out, dammit!" I tried to kick him away but couldn't get my feet in position. It's hard to kick with a telephone pole up your butt.

He did it. He got the whole damn thing in me, and I felt like I was impaled. Tears were running down my eyes while Eddie went into primitive mode and just grunted deeply while pulling my hips hard as his dick pushed deeper and deeper. My head and whole upper body was banging back and forth as he thrust forcefully into me.

I didn't feel the good spot any more; all I felt was pressure, and it was building. "Goddam you so tight," Eddie wasn't going to last long. And he didn't. The pressure got even greater as he filled me with his cum. He pushed his dick deeper and deeper and I felt him throb and throb then finally go still. But he kept the pressure in me, and then he came again.

Don't know if it was leftovers or he reached another peak. But he pumped more into me. I felt overfull. When Eddie pulled out he just didn't pop out. He snaked his way out. I felt his semi-soft rod leaving my butt, but my insides were in turmoil.

Before I could say another word I ran out of the tent stark naked straight to the latrine. I emptied myself there and tried to clear my head as well. What just happened? Was I raped? By kids? It was so damn confusing.

When I returned to my tent it was empty. But it smelled awful. There was sex all over the place. I fell into my cot and draped one arm over my eyes trying to sort things out.

Finally, I reached over to turn off my lantern when my tent flap opened again, and I felt a sudden sense of anger at the prospect of being violated again. It was Jerry.

"Hey man, we got our rocks off but you never got to fuck."

"Jerry," I started, "listen, just get out...."

"No man, it's cool," he interrupted as he came closer to the bed. He was right. Just seeing him there again made my semi-hard dick get harder. Yeah, I was semi because although I couldn't figure out what was happening to me, I kind of liked it.

Jerry grabbed my dick with his still greasy hands. He still had that gel on them and it felt good as he stroked me to full hardness.

"Shit, Jerry, I don't know..." But I trailed off. I did know. I wanted him to do it. I laid back in the bed while Jerry put my dick in his mouth and began to suck my length in as far as he could take it. Shit, he was good. Too good.

He'd suck then lick, then he'd jack me some more. He placed my glans on his tongue and began to pump me back and forth. The little prick wanted me to come in his mouth. I was more than happy to comply.

"Oooooh, Jerry, I'm gonna cum.... shit!"

He stopped pumping me and squeezed the head of my dong tight. I shot my head up to cuss him out because he had just killed the feeling. Before I could protest he jumped up on the bed on his knees and straddled me. I watched paralyzed as he guided my dick to his asshole, which was fully greased already.

I didn't know what to say. It was one thing having my bunghole violated, but quite another for me to fuck a boy.

He eased himself on me, all the time moving my dick from side to side to try to accommodate me. I felt myself go in inch by inch.

"Damn, you're bigger than Eddie that's for sure," he grunted as he did his best to get me inside of him. I couldn't stay still for long and began to pump myself in.

"Oh, shit, wait..." he cried. My eagerness was too much for him. We had to do it his way or I think I would have hurt him. Finally something gave or he got comfortable, but I felt myself begin to slide in more easily.

Holy shit, I've never felt anything so tight! He began to pump up and down and my dick was happy. Too happy. I felt my balls begin to churn.

Watching Jerry bounce up and down on my rod while his dick bobbed around proved too much.

I came.

I came like I never remembered cumming before. It was so intense I thought I would rupture Jerry's inside or rub his ass ring raw. I came so hard my semen squeaked out around my dick in his ass and soak the bed.

I felt myself get soft, but Jerry didn't get off of me. He started to massage me with his butt squeezing my dick inside. Each squeeze caused me to jump and pump a little more semen out. He did this a few times before he chuckled and finally unimpaled himself.

He climbed down from the bed and laid on the floor. We both assumed a similar position - laying flat on our back panting wildly.

It felt like an hour but it was only about ten minutes when Jerry called out "You ok?"

I could hardly speak but grunted a weak "yeah."

We laid there quietly for another ten minutes or so when my mind kicked into action. I rolled over on my side and looked down at Jerry.

"You guys fuck all of your scoutmasters?" It seemed the most appropriate thing to say at the time.

"Huh? Aw, no man. Just those in the ring," he replied through closed eyes.

"Ring? What ring?" I asked quite confused.

"The ring, man. The camp ring. The one you guys started last year, remember?"

My mind reeled. "I wasn't here last year, dammit. What happened?" I demanded.

He sat up quickly and looked straight into my eyes. "What do you mean? You don't know? You're not in the ring?"

"Listen, Jerry. I don't know nothing about a ring or what happened last year. Tell me, guy. You just fucked me in the butt and I did you. I got a right to know what happened last year."

"Well, all I know is that Eric told us this morning that you were in the ring because you made him jack you off," he said defiantly.

"I didn't make him jack me off!" I almost screamed. "The little bastard was in the latrine when I had to pee. He saw me with morning wood, and... shit, I don't know what happened, but I just let him jack me off."

"Well, he said you were in the ring anyway. Last year was the first time we came to camp here. Will was the provisional scoutmaster, and I think he caught a look at Eddie's monster because the next thing we know, Will's jacking off Eddie in the latrine. Then Will woke up Eddie in the middle of the night and took him to the latrine to suck him off. The next night Will woke him up again, but this time Eddie fucked him in the butt. The day after Eddie told Eric and me all about what happened. We really didn't know each other before then, I mean, we all had separate tents, but we got so damn excited listening to Eddie's story that we both started to rub ourselves right there in Eddie's tent. Eddie started rubbing himself, too, but man when he got hard we couldn't believe his size. We just took off all our clothes and started jacking ourselves off. Then we started playing with each other, and finally Eric tried to suck Eddie's whopper. That's when all hell broke loose. The tent flap opened and Bruce and Paul..."

"The counselors?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, those guys. I think Will told them about Eddie's dick because they just came straight to his tent. But when they saw all of us naked falling all over each other they just smiled and began to take off their pants. They made us suck them until they came in our mouths. Then Paul had some KY jelly and smeared it all over Eric's dick and made him fuck me. They jacked me and Eddie off, and then they left. They came back to the tent every night and every afternoon that whole week. Sometimes it was the three of them, sometimes there were a couple of others that I didn't know. They said they were the ring, and as long as we had fun and made the ring happy good things would happen to us."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Dunno. Nothing good ever happened except we'd suck and fuck. First time I ever put my dick in a boy was last year. I fucked Eric and then Eddie. Then I fucked Will and Bruce. They all fucked me too. It hurt at first, but now it's ok."

"They fucked you this year?"

"No, not yet. I thought you were the start. So you're really not a part of the ring?"

"I swear, I never heard of it. I never fucked a guy before, hell I only fucked a couple of girls, actually."

"You fucked a girl? What's it like?" Jerry asked in amazement.

"Hard to tell the difference. I've only fucked one boy remember? Not much to compare it to."

"You wanna fuck me again?" he asked somewhat pleading.

"NO!" I cried, "I mean, no, no more fucking tonight. It's late."

Changing the subject back I asked, "So Will started this all, eh? That asshole. He knew I was going to do this tonight. He knew that something was going to happen with you guys. Do y'all do this all the time?"

"Aw, no, man. We don't live anywhere close to one another. I saw Eddie a couple of times over the year, and, yeah, we messed around. I caught Eric right after school was out at the public," he said referring to the local pool.

"We fucked each other in the poolhouse there on the toilets. But I've only ever done it with those guys and y'all."

"Hey, don't lump me with that 'ring.' I don't know nothing about it, and I don't want to know any more. I don't even know as much as I know right now."

"Hey, we're not gay or anything, you know. But I think those guys are."

I wasn't sure what to make of that statement. Yes, they were young and probably just fooling around. But they could fuck like most of the guys I knew in college. And they knew a whole lot more than me.

Jerry finally left and I fell fast asleep. Even missed breakfast.

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It's been over ten years and my life is good now. I took over ownership of the carpet store after my father-in-law died a couple of years ago. I've been managing the store since that summer camp episode.

I'm still married to the same wonderful woman who sometimes wondered why I was depressed at times. We have a beautiful daughter, and life is good again.

But about two years ago I had a shocker that almost caused a mental breakdown. I was working the floor in the store when a young couple came in looking to retile their kitchen. A sudden flare of recognition hit me square in the gut. It was Jerry looking around the store with a very pretty girl on his arm.

I acted like I didn't recognize him and asked "may I help you look for something."

"Brad?" Jerry looked at me head cocked to the side.

"Yes," I replied cordially.

"It's me, Jerry. I don't know if you remember me but we met a long time ago in the Scouts."

My knees started to tremble and my heart grew very heavy and labored.

"Bette, this is an old friend of mine when I was in Boy Scouts. Brad, this is my wife, Bette."

"Jerry!" I exclaimed as if I suddenly recognized him, "how have you been? What are you up to? What's been going on in your life?"

"Well, got married, obviously" he held up her left hand, "working for an oil service company as controller. Hey, you remember Eric? Well, he's touring the country in a punk band. He's doing great. Not married, but he's living with his longtime girlfied."

There was a very pronounced emphasis on the word girlfriend.

"And Eddie, well, I heard he moved to California to get into movies. Never heard from him again. Man, I think about that summer camp everyone once in a while. We had a cool time. So, you own this store?"

When I heard summer camp I went into a trance but regained my composure quickly, "uh, no, it's my father-in-law's, but I've been working here ever since summer camp."

"Yeah, wondered where you went. Missed you there."

"Yeah, well missed y'all too. Fun times, yeah.... So what were you looking for? Something for the kitchen. The tile's over here."

My heart rested easier from that day forward, but I still think about summer camp a lot.

� 2015 by Lance Vargas.

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