Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2018 22:00:12 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 11 of "Wilson Goes to Camp" This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It's called "Wilson Goes to Camp and will probably end up at about 25 chapters, even though I've only written 11 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky--sorry. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published. Chapter 11- The Adventure Begins! Just a few miles after we exited, the car slowed and we turned into a driveway straight out of the movies! The main entrance was awesome!! The wide, wrought-iron gate was swung open, and the stone wall surrounding the property was probably older than the U.S. The grounds were immaculate and seemed to go on forever. After a drive of about half a mile, we pulled up into the circular drive in front of what I guessed to be an administration building of some sort. It was a two-story, older building with a thatched roof with a large `WELCOME CAMPERS' sign over the double front door. There were a few cars arriving at the same time as us and I was proud that we were the picture of proper British elegance, arriving in our Range Rover with our zippers up and our blouses buttoned—and no cum stains on any of our clothes! Yet more cars arrived while we unloaded my stuff. Uncle Will and Aunt Millie said they'd just stay behind and wait for Marty and me to go inside. I registered at the front counter and was handed over to an older boy who introduced himself as `Troy.' He said he was one of the counselors and would escort me and a few other boys who'd just arrived over to the main building, where we'd get lunch, meet our cabin-mates, and have a welcome talk by Mr. Cooper. I said good-bye to Marty—we even shook hands like old grown-up men—and Marty gave me a soft punch in the arm. "See you on Friday, Wilson... can't wait!" Off he went to find Brian and, more importantly, get the keys to the rental car he'd driven over a couple of days before. I started to get hard again when I remembered that he, Uncle Will and Aunt Millie were off to have some sexual adventures of their own somewhere in the English countryside between here and their home. I blushed slightly, knowing full well what he meant by the `can't wait' comment as he departed, then remembered that I probably wasn't supposed to know specifically what he meant, so I wiped the smile of my face and grabbed my stuff. Troy asked us if we had any questions about the next two weeks during the 100-yard walk to the central large building that evidently served as dining hall and indoor recreation building. The other boys had a couple of questions, but I pretty much remained mum, since I probably knew more than any of them about what was in store for us. After entering the `lodge,' we passed numerous smaller rooms that Troy pointed out as classrooms that we'd use during the week. Each door had a half window, just like at school, and I could see that each room varied slightly in layout... some had desks arranged in a circle; some had no desks at all but tables arranged around the outer walls and overstuffed chairs in a circle in the center. One looked like an electronics lab with multiple `stations' near yet more chairs... it reminded me of the setups for lie detector tests in the movies. Entering the large, open room, Troy showed us where to put our stuff. Checking a clipboard, he said I was assigned to cabin 5—yeah; my lucky number!—I put my bag down in a pile by a sign with a big red number `5' on it. He then pointed out the beginning of the food line and left us to eat. I was starved and helped myself to a tray, some silverware and a handful of napkins, then headed down the line with the other boys. The irony of the lunch selections wasn't lost on me—there were hamburgers and hot dogs; I selected a large sausage of some kind in a bun that looked just like Uncle Will's prick, but not as long or thick! I got a can of coke as well, a bag of chips—`crisps' over here—and headed out into the dining room. What luck! There at the back of the room sat Tristan from the bath house, having just sat down with his tray of food. He was `chatting up' another boy next to him and only noticed me when I interrupted. "Hey, Tristan! Nice to see you again... what cabin are you in? "Five... how about you? I couldn't believe the second stroke of good luck, being together with Tristan in Cabin 5 (well, maybe third stroke, including the impromptu suck job I'd just gotten in the car). I looked forward to seeing his beautiful, dark body again soon, and getting to masturbate more with him. Tristan introduced me to the boy he'd been talking to. "This is Andy... he's also in our cabin... Andy, this is Wilson. He's from America... Wilson and I met in Bath a couple of days ago—and I know for a fact that this is going to be a great week with him in our cabin! I've already seen him naked! A little humor there—kind of an inside story we'll tell you later. Andy gave a quizzical smile, looked me up and down and shrugged. He appeared a bit younger than even Tristan—who you'll recall looked about 14—and had a great smile and a big mop of blonde hair, just like Will's. I looked forward to seeing `all of him' and was also pleased that Tristan seemed as pumped about me being in the same cabin as I was about being with him for the next two weeks. I sat down and took a look around... there were 20 tables or so in the large room where we ate. Just about every boy I could see—most my age and a few a bit older—seemed to be pretty fit and I remembered that in Europe, where most of these guys came from, being overweight wasn't as much of a problem as in the states. Some were short; some were tall, and they weren't all A&F model-types, but no one appeared overly fat. Continuing my scan of the room, one whole wall was floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a very large swimming pool surrounded by immense greenery and what looked like a golf course beyond. The sun was shining brightly and my eyes had to adjust for a bit to notice that the wet, shiny bodies that were lounging or walking around the pool were almost all naked! They were all boys—duh—and looked a bit older than us. Counselors, I guessed. Most had tan lines and white round buns, which showed that they weren't always naked when outdoors; a few even had boners! Two that caught my eye were sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water. As they conversed, they casually stroked their erect penises like you'd rub your shoulder or scratch your ear. Each time one guy tugged his dick, the other one watched and answered by pulling on his own a couple of times. It was obvious that whatever they were talking about was arousing them both. I wondered if we were going to get to see any `action' while we ate. Tristan followed my stare and said, "I know—isn't that just awesome? We don't get to get naked outdoors very much over here. I can't wait to get out there and get some sun. As if he needed it with his beautiful, brown skin, I thought. Just then, one of the older boy escorts came up to our table to ask what cabin we were in. "I saw you plop your bag down by the `5' sign when you came in," he said to me. "I guess that means you're in my cabin... I'm Clay," he said by way of introduction. We shook hands and I introduced him to both Tristan and Andy, adding that they, too were Cabin 5 `mates.' It was only after the introductions that I noticed he had no accent. "Are you also an American?" I asked. "Canadian actually," Clay answered, "from Vancouver BC... where are you guys from? "I'm from Florida and Tristan is from here in the UK... I don't know where you're from, though, Andy. "I'm also from Britain," he replied, with his cute British accent, "near Brighton. "Well, I'm looking forward to having a great bunch of guys in cabin 5... Mr. Cooper is going to greet us all in a few minutes. He met us counselors a couple of days ago... I recognize you two because when we adjourned after our first day of orientation, he gave each of us copies of the interview videos he shot with you guys... I recognized you two right off, Wilson and Tristan, but I can't say I remember you, Andy. "It might be because my story is kind of `kinky'," said Andy, seemingly embarrassed at the question. "What do you mean by `kinky'?" asked Clay. "Well, after we were done with my interview, Mr. Cooper told me not to tell anybody else except other campers and counselors about my story—not because my experiences weren't erotic or whatever, but he thought that telling anyone else but the guys here at bate camp might get somebody in trouble... not me, but somebody else." Clay didn't know what to say, so I piped up, "who might be in trouble from your story?" "Well, I don't know a lot about the law, but I think that my mom might get in trouble if word got out about my early years—and I do mean early years." Now my curiosity was piqued and I could tell that Clay and Tristan wanted to hear more, so I prodded further. "How early are we talking here?" Well, my story is kind of long, but I don't mind telling you all about it... if we get interrupted, I'll finish telling you later... anyway, before I was born, my mom lived in kind of a commune in the south of England. The commune was pretty much a nudist colony that included lots of sex... sex with just about anybody and just about any time. She was only 15 when she got pregnant with me and she says she didn't know who my father was... she fucked lots of the guys in the group, even the older `dad' and `grandpa' types—I guess she was pretty popular—anyway, after I was born, the whole group sort of became my family. There were other children in the group as well and none of us knew who our fathers were. "That doesn't sound like anyone would be in trouble or anything," I offered. "Well, there's more," added Andy. "She took me to their `group gropes' as she called them and even nursed me at her breast while guys fucked her. They had these group events, or orgies, I guess, just about every day—it was sort of a religion for them to fuck each other whenever they felt like it; boys on girls, boys on boys, girls on girls; whatever. All the kids in the camp were made part of the group sex sessions from their infancy, too. She told me that there were a couple of guys that diddled with my little cock while I was hanging on her tits; they seemed to get off making me get hard, even though I was only a few months old. She says it started out with just feeling my little dick and then jacking it a little, but it wasn't long before I was getting sucked pretty regularly during their sessions by one or another of the group—men and women. At the beginning of each session, they had a ritual of everyone getting enemas—to make ass fucking a `normal' event—even the kids and infants got cleaned out with `little' enema kits. I guess they'd pass me around in the group sessions. She said I would just giggle whenever someone—whether it was a guy or a girl—sucked on my genitals or licked my little baby ass. It was all just part of their culture. I guess I got sucked and finger-fucked by any number of people in the group pretty regularly. So did all the kids. I was particularly popular because whenever anyone touched my cock, I'd raise my little fat legs with my knees up against my chest and laugh like crazy. In any event, before I turned a year old, just about everybody had sucked me. That's not all... she even told me that one of the guys thought it'd be hot if they stuck my little cock into a pussy before I was 6 months old... and it wasn't just anybody's pussy; they held me up and had me fuck my own mom! Before long, they had me `fuck' all of the women in the commune—as had every other little boy there. Before you get all up in arms about this being child abuse—and I guess in a legal sense, it was exactly that—but I've always enjoyed the sensation of being naked and played with by just about anybody. I've never felt shame or concern about my sexual activities... sorry if any of this puts you off; it's just who I am and how I was brought up. Talk about firsts! My own first experiences of this week were pretty lame compared to Andy's. I hadn't yet fucked a girl, but I guarantee that my first will NOT be my own mother—maybe Aunt Millie if I was lucky at the `welcome home' party after camp, but certainly not my own mom! We were all pretty stunned at his story, and it made me hard as a rock; I noticed Tristan and Clay both fidgeting around and adjusting their crotches as well. My second thought was that my `vast' experience of having fingers and a dildo up my ass paled in significance to what Andy had felt... I'll bet he could teach some of the seminars here at bate camp! "I guess that explains why I didn't recognize your tape," said Clay, "If Mr. Cooper kept it so your mom wouldn't get in trouble, that's probably why I haven't seen it. Now that I know the whole story though, I wonder if he'd let me watch your tape later... I'll have to ask. I thought about the fact that Clay had seen my—and Tristan's for that matter—hard penis and watched us shoot our loads during Mr. Cooper's Skype interview. My boner was pretty much throbbing by now and glancing back out at the pool wasn't helping... the two dudes sitting on the edge of the pool were now jacking each other's cocks and exploring the rest of each other's bodies with the free hand—one squeezing the other's fat nut-sack while his mate was exploring the first guy's prominent hairless pecs, alternately tweaking his small, brown nipples erect. Panning the crowd showed that many others were also fooling around with each other or jacking their own cocks watching the open displays of masturbation and sucking... about the only thing I didn't see was any fucking going on. My reverie was broken by an announcement on the PA System: "If all the campers would please move to the lunch room, Mr. Cooper, the camp director, will begin the welcome program. Also Mr. Cooper would like all the counselors to report to the lunch room as well for introductions. The disembodied voice was that of a young woman—very unexpected in this setting. I wondered what women did here at bate camp. Returning to the present, I wasn't done asking Andy about his experiences growing up, but since we were in the same cabin, I knew I'd have lots of chances to hear the rest of his incredible story—including whether he just threw some clothes on to come here to camp from his nudist colony, and who, exactly, his `dad' was going to be! As more campers moved into the lunch room, I couldn't believe that most of the guys lounging around the pool were drying off and also making their way into the room—without bothering to cover up their boners! A few attempted to wrap a towel around themselves or pull on trunks, but gave up when it didn't begin to cover their erections. Near the end of the procession of naked counselors I spotted Brian, my step-brother, enter with a group of guys equally naked and all boned up. We made eye contact and he waved, pointed me out to one of his buds. I waved back and he grabbed his cock and shook his boner at me with a smile. Brothers! "Good afternoon, campers... I'm Frank E. Cooper, or `FC' for short... If you'll all find a seat—it doesn't have to be with your cabin mates just yet; we'll get you into the right group when I'm finished here... just have a seat anywhere and we'll get started. Mr. Cooper, or `FC,' was the very attractive 50-something with wavy dark hair and graying temples that I remembered from my Skype interview. His square jaw and tanned face was perfectly set off by a pale yellow polo shirt. His broad chest, rounded shoulders and impressive biceps strained against the thin fabric and it was pretty obvious that he'd been working out since I'd seen him shirtless during our interview months ago. He was completely naked then, as was I, but I didn't have the impression that he was particularly ripped like he appeared now. I was curious to see if his khaki shorts allowed just a hint at the fairly hefty package everyone here knew he sported. I wasn't disappointed... I could almost make out the outline of his impressive cock pointing up and to the left. I even think I could make out the thick, plumb-shaped head if I studied it closely enough. After our interview, I had done some research and discovered that `Dr. Frank E. Cooper' was a published author of erotica... his book, "Young Edwin" earned a `4 dicks up' from the on-line review Marty showed me and I looked forward to reading his book someday—Marty said he'd try to get a copy and that he'd share with Brian and me when he was done. "It's certainly a pleasure to finally meet you all in person... each and every one of you has masturbated with me—some of you more than once, especially if you're a counselor, and I want you all to know that I'm getting hard up here thinking about doing it again over the next couple of weeks." A few guys looked around the room as this fact sank in—that they weren't the only ones that had beat off with old `FC.' Almost in unison, every eye dropped to his crotch and caught the growing penis barely hidden by the thin khaki material. He took one hand off the microphone, dropped it to his crotch and quite blatantly stroked it full length a couple of times; we enjoyed the show and he seemed to enjoy the attention. Murmurs. "There are 120 of you at this year's camp; most of you are 16 years of age and, of course, this is your first bate camp experience. We are also pleased to welcome two 16-year-olds for whom this is their second bate-camp experience. No, we didn't violate the law and let underage boys into camp before—these two boys are from Italy, where our sister camp in the Dolomites can legally welcome boys starting at age 14, the age of consent in that country. About 30 of you are 17 or older and are repeat campers at our facility—not because you failed the first time," more titters, "but because you wanted to come back for another year of `memories,' shall we say. I might add that any of you can attend more than once and I invite you to consider that as you progress through the next two weeks. Most of the counselors, which I'll introduce next, have been campers twice; a few have been campers three times. Most are returning counselors as well; I think we have one who has been every year but one for the past 5 years. The average counselor's age is 20; they are carefully screened to ensure your two weeks here will be safe, rewarding and memorable." "Before I get into the dos and don'ts of camp, let me introduce the counselors and staff who will be working with you for the next two weeks. They've all been here for a few days, getting the facility ready for you and I think you'll find it `spic and span' for your stay. It hasn't all been work, work, work, though—ask any of them if they enjoyed the game of `strip golf' that we engaged in yesterday and I think it may stir your own interest in being a counselor here in years to come. I'll start with the various cabin counselors. Let me add here that your own cabin counselor will be your best source of information about all phases of camp—each and every one has been a camper here—at least once, and as I said, in many cases twice or three times—and has volunteered to return to help you learn about your bodies; just as they have in past years. I might also say that in many cases, your camp counselor will grow to be a lasting friend that you'll stay in touch with for years to come. He went through the list and I didn't hear Brian's name mentioned... when he got to our cabin, he introduced Clay, saying "...and Clay Cummins is the counselor for Cabin 5... don't you just love his surname (that's the same as a last name to you yanks)?" Scattered laughter in the room was interrupted by cat calls from fellow counselors that I couldn't make out. None of the naked counselors around the outside of the room had yet been introduced... I guess the cabin-specific counselors were supposed to be in the lunch room fully clothed—at least for the initial introductions, so as not to embarrass us newly arrived campers. However, as Mr. Cooper progressed to introduce the rest of the cabin counselors—I think there were 12 in all—they one-by-one began to undress wherever they sat or stood after they were introduced. Clay stood and took off his shorts. Tristan, Andy and I stared—probably open-mouthed—at the fat rounded bulge in his tightie-whities. Next came the polo up and over his head, exposing a well-muscled, nearly hairless chest—only a thin `treasure trail' disappearing south of his navel and down into those bulging shorts. Without losing the tightie-whities, Clay sat back down at our table and listened to the rest of the presentation, occasionally squeezing his impressive package and penis, which was snaking its way up and to the left; probably for our pleasure as much as for his own. I was beginning to leak, I'd been hard for so long, and I wished I could relieve the pressure on my own cock soon. No sooner had I thought about taking my own clothes off, when Clay turned to the three of us and said, "it's OK if you guys want to join me getting naked... by the end of the speech, I guarantee everybody in here will be boned and showing." I didn't wait for a second invitation. Unbuttoning our shorts in unison and lowering the zippers, Tristan and I brought out rampant dicks out into the air for some badly needed relief from our tight shorts. We were not alone, as one by one just about everyone I could see had pulled out their cocks—the display of penises was truly impressive. Just about every prick I could see was fully erect; most had shiny, moist tips, indicating they'd been aroused for a while now and were leaking pre-cum like I was. A few were still demurely covering themselves, but I felt pretty sure that'd soon change and everyone would be openly displaying their `wares.' I also noticed that the cabin counselors hadn't completely stripped. Some, like Clay, were still in briefs; others were sporting speed-os and only a few had boxers—a bit ludicrous as their erections were, in general, poking out their fly holes. I was curious to see that the 30 or so penises I could see clearly were a mix of light and dark brown, white or pink with about half clearly circumcised, a quarter uncut and the rest I couldn't tell. Some curved up toward their stomachs, some curved down at the tip and a few even curved sideways. Some were long and thin, some short and thick and many straight as an arrow—all being stroked in unison. Of particular interest, and quite opposite of what I'd been led to believe, the `black' guys (can't call them `African-Americans' over here, I guess) didn't have the largest penises. While they were indeed probably the thickest for every inch of cock I could see, it was the pale-skinned, red-haired—maybe Irish or Scottish—lads that had the biggest endowments in the room; I guess that's why the `lassies' are always trying to get a peek under those kilts, eh? Anyway, it was quite the smorgasbord of dick! When FC finished introducing all the cabin counselors, he began pointing out the other naked guys around the perimeter of the room. "At the back of the room, showing their buff bodies and, in some cases, extraordinary equipment, are the sports staff... I won't tell you their names just yet, but each one wears a nametag suspended from a neck-strap—all the staff here will be wearing a similar nametag and the strap color will tell you where they work. You'll notice the cabin counselors have a yellow strap—they'll also double as instructors for the various courses you'll be exposed to; the sports people wear white—think `jock-strap' white." A few titters here, "and the supervisors and security people have blue, like mine here. With that, FC lifted off his polo, to the hoots and hollers of the counselors in the room. As he gripped the shirt at the bottom and brought it up over his head, he slowly revealed the aforementioned ripped chest and torso of a dedicated weight lifter—and sun worshipper—his rippling muscles weren't over large, but were very defined; I don't think he had even 5% body fat. The only difference between him and some of the other well-muscled counselors `adorning' the room was his awesome tan and mature, hairy body. His chest was a carpet of brown hair with just a touch of gray between his well-chiseled pecs, finished with fleshy, rather large, brown nipples. The v-shaped hair pattern on his chest led to a dark trail down the center of his abdomen that disappeared into his shorts, promising that there was more to see `down there' as well. Around his neck was a blue neck strap with a white name tag that simply said `FC, Director.' "Back to the sports staff, if I may," FC continued, "they are charged with organizing, coaching, encouraging and teaching you campers any sport you wish to pursue while here at camp... I might add that even if you're already good at a sport of some kind, it might be sort of a thrill—as well as a challenge—to play it while naked—and even more challenging, with an erection." More titters. Evidently Brian was one of the sports counselors, as he was at the back sporting one of the white neck-straps... and still had his bone on, I might add. A quick scan of the other sports staff led me to believe that any sport you signed up for would be a pretty rewarding experience—and lead to some pretty spectacular man-man sex. Continuing with his introduction, FC said, "As you all know, and as I mentioned a moment ago, we offer numerous elective classes, and we hope you all are able to attend those that might interest you... I won't cover all the subjects now—your cabin counselors can provide a complete list as well as descriptions of each class once we adjourn—but I will highlight one particular class that we have just recently been able to add and that you all will attend. You may have noticed when you walked through the classroom wing that we have one laboratory—he emphasized the `o' syllable, like it rhymed with `oratory'—equipped with several electronic stations... no, those are not lie detectors," more titters, "again this year we will be offering e-stim classes—very popular last year, where you'll learn to build and use—on yourselves and each other—electronic stimulating devices for `enhancing' your sexual experiences, shall we say. In addition, however, and this is where we're able to offer this for the first time: these stations will also allow us to measure your specific responses to certain stimuli. Decades of research into sexual desire and performance have yielded a classic bell curve of human behavior where at one extreme a person is attracted to only those of his or her own sex—the pure homosexual. At the other extreme, a person may only be attracted—and able to perform with—a member of the opposite sex—the pure heterosexual; very few of us are exclusively one or the other. All the rest of us are somewhere along the spectrum of preferences with most smack dab in the middle—equally attracted to male and female sex partners. The main purpose of the interviews you and I conducted was to weed out those candidates at the extreme end of that human sexuality scale. For the first time in your lives, you can be proud that you were selected based on your overwhelming mediocrity!" Titters. "We should be able to provide you all with a graphic representation of where you fall along that curve; you may also learn a little more about your own preferences that you are not even aware of at this point in your young lives. "At this time, I'll dismiss the sports staff and ask that you make your way to your respective cabin signs posted around the room... if you're not sure where your cabin is, Mike—wave your hand, Mike, so everyone knows who you are—has a complete list and can guide you to the correct cabin. Let me close my comments by saying we're pleased you're here and assure you that I will be making the rounds about camp—I hope to meet each and every one of you in person and hope your stay here is as rewarding as I know it can be. Before you begin milling about, I will also say that any stage of nudity is perfectly acceptable from now on out... anyone who feels comfortable shedding their entire kit (that's clothes for you Americans out there) right now is welcome to do so and is highly encouraged. I see that some of you have already taken the liberty of shedding your clothes; I applaud those actions. And with that, FC unfastened and lowered his khaki shorts to the floor, kicked them off and up into the air, deftly caught them and walked off the stage with a flourish, his very substantial penis fully erect and bouncing with every step, as he had no underwear on at all! Speaking of another first, I think I also got my first look at a black leather strap around FC's cock and balls as he exited, thrusting his already impressive package out to maximum advantage. Clay kept his tightie-whities on as he maneuvered over to the `5' sign, picked it up and waved it high above the maneuvering crowd of campers. Tristan, Andy and I stood and walked behind him, but kept our genitals out and exposed as we walked. Tristan and I were still a bit self-conscious about our hard-ons poking out of our shorts, but it was clear that Andy had no reservations about nudity at all; he had removed his pants as he walked right behind Clay. His penis, I noted for the first time, was about the same length as ours and started out with the same size head, but thickened substantially about a third of the way from the tip and stayed fat and thick all the way to the root. I imagined it was the perfect weapon to get the nose started into a tight hole, then spread it completely wide as it slid the rest of the way to his balls. I wouldn't probably want to make a replica of that one to take home in to the states! I could tell it was very hard, as it moved up and down as a unit, without bending as it bobbed, but hung down at about a 45-degree angle, indicating that it was indeed one heavy unit. He had just as cute a butt as Tristan, just not as dark. After a few minutes, 15 guys had gathered around Clay, a few naked from the waist down, including Andy, but most had hard-ons poking out of their shorts. Some held their bags in front of them but most were getting used to being hard around other guys and it probably wouldn't be long before we were all nuded up. Clay told us to follow him and as he exited the lunch hall, he turned around, slid his Calvins down and used them to wipe a little pre-cum off the tip of his burgeoning erection, then proceeded to `count cocks,' making sure we were all there. A short walk later and we approached a `bungalow'-sized building with a large `5' over the door. "Home sweet home, boys," chortled Clay, "make yourselves at home—pick a bed, drop your bags and your clothes, boys, then meet me in the bathroom. The interior was more spacious than it looked from the outside and was sort of L-shaped. It resembled a hospital ward or open-bay barracks, except all the beds were singles—no bunks. In the short part of the `L' was a larger bed, desk and a couple of chairs—Clay's area. At the angle where the two `bays' met, there were a number of padded desk-type chairs with arms, a TV and some cabinets. Tristan, Andy and I picked 3 beds against the front wall under large windows that looked out onto the grounds. Peering out, we saw clusters of half-naked guys wandering toward their respective cabins, being led by totally naked counselors. I didn't see Brian at all but knew I'd run into him sooner or later. Everybody shed all their clothes, getting completely naked except for flip-flops, then headed for the bathroom. I'd like to say it was our leadership that led the other dozen or so boys to get naked without hesitation, but whether spontaneous or just `following the leader,' didn't matter—in no time 15 naked, boned-up 16-year-olds were padding their way into the bathroom, furtive stares all around until Clay started talking. The same mix of erections that I'd noticed in the lunch hall were evident here in our cabin as well. Located in the `crotch' of the `L,' the large tiled bathroom had a `pee wall', 5 sinks and 5 toilets with no dividers or doors. Every wall was mirrored floor to ceiling—even the bathroom was a place for furtive glances and overt leers, it seemed. Taking a dump in public was going to be another first for me. Somehow, even the open-bay shower room was mirrored. Hanging from hooks by each sink were enema machines like Marty used on me at Uncle Will and Aunt Millie's house. Each was configured the same, with a water bottle connected to a hose with a `butt plug' on the other end, configured with a valve. Andy and I exchanged glances—I knew he recognized them and knew their purpose; now our half-smiles at each other told him I knew as well. "OK, campers, as I said in the lunch room, my name is Clay Cummins... go ahead and laugh again... I didn't get to pick my last name, just like you, but it's actually pretty funny around here at bate camp. I'm from Canada and I'm one of the guys that `flunked' camp my first year—actually I had such a great time that my dad acquiesced to paying for a second year, even though he couldn't play `dad' twice. He did come my first year, but his brother, my uncle, said he'd cover for him the second year. That only worked because both of them attended bate camp as brothers the same year a couple of decades previously... Also, my uncle had no sons of his own, so he sort of jumped at the chance to experience bate camp as a `dad' with me. "Enough about me... you all know what goes on here and it's my job to make sure we all have lots of safe, enjoyable sex—and learn a thing or two about ourselves and each other. Before I go over the rules—and by the way, they're all posted over there on the wall for you to study—let me go over a ritual I want you all to adopt—at least in our cabin—as `normal' during your stay here. Not all the boys are going to be able to do this at first since it's so foreign to them, but all will be encouraged to for reasons you'll understand in a moment. I'll demonstrate first and I'll be asking for a volunteer to show you how easy this is when I'm done. He moved to the wall, took down an enema kit and began filling the bag with warm water from the sink. "Some of you may recognize this as an enema machine... the purpose of an enema is to clean out your rectum, obviously. Once cleaned out, it'll stay `usable,' let's say for about 6 hours. In previous years—indeed when I was a camper only 5 years ago or so—anal activity of any kind, let alone intercourse was not allowed, even if the camper had experience and was open to it. Parents, evidently, were reluctant to send their little boys here if they perceived that there was even a chance their little baby might be diddled with or raped or otherwise `abused'—ass-wise—against his will. However, in more recent years and based on feedback from campers and dads alike, last year we introduced limited, supervised anal activity among boys and counselors if everyone consented. I don't know if it's society in general, the particular generation that we're now seeing as campers, or what, but it was deemed to be an overwhelming success... the anus has become `in.'! We don't even have a requirement to supervise or monitor ass-play at all, any more than we monitor or supervise dick sucking or tit play." Titters again. "Indeed, this year we're even offering a course focused on ass play—toys, tools and techniques. I encourage each of you to take that course as it's going to play an important part of your exploration of your own and each other's bodies both here and after you leave camp. Don't misunderstand me—consent is still the watchword for anything here at bate camp... if you don't want it done to or are asked to do something you don't want to do, NO means NO. Any questions? The whole time Clay had been talking, he was moving around the bathroom. After filling the bag, he moved over to a toilet and put one foot up on the seat. Working the plug up into his butt hole, he turned the valve and explained, "Now the warm water is flowing down the hose and up into my ass. Once the bag is empty, I'll jump up and down a couple of times to get the water way up in my rectum, then sit down here and let all the liquid flow out, taking with it any feces that's still there. After flushing that down, I'll do that again. When I'm done with two bags, I'll be completely cleaned out, as you'll see in just a sec, and be ready for anything that might happen that day. When you're done, make sure you wash the plug part with hot water and soap, then hang it up again for the next camper to use." As he finished up his second `flush' and stepped into the shower, he kept talking. "Now don't think that just because you're prepared doesn't mean you're signing up for anything you don't want—it just makes the decision easier. Besides, we've found through experience that your anus is very sensitive erogenous zones and can add a whole new dimension to your exploration of your and your partner's bodies. As he dried himself off, Clay asked for a volunteer from among us campers to give himself an enema. Even though I was familiar with how the machine worked, I had never done it to myself—remember, Marty `did me' the first time—so I was reluctant to volunteer. When Clay looked around the room, Andy stepped forward and said he'd be willing to be the `student' volunteer. It was obvious from his deft handling of the machine that he'd done this hundreds of times; that made it easier for each of us to in turn grab a machine. Before long, every camper in our group had used a machine, took his shower and was ready for the day! "OK, boys, if you'll move out to the `lounge' area, we'll talk a little more about you all (southern Canada?). We all moved out to the padded chairs and dragged chairs around to face Clay. As the last few boys finished their showers, he chatted up a few of the guys that he obviously recognized from the interview tapes. I noticed a few others lifting their nut sacks to prod and explore their newly cleaned out holes with their fingers. Obviously, all still had boners and were ready for whatever came next. "If you're all comfortable, I want to talk a little bit more about camp. First, though, we think it's important to get to know each other better. Further, we've found that the best way to do that is to let you all watch each other's masturbation video that you shot with Mr. Cooper. We have found that this method introduces each of you to the group without you having to do much talking—Mr. Cooper does most of that in the video, as you'll recall. To be fair, we'll start with mine from a couple of years ago and end up—probably tomorrow since there's so many to watch—with one I haven't even seen yet—Andy's. When we go for our tour later, I'll get that tape from Mr. Cooper. Andy and I talked over lunch and I now understand why Mr. Cooper hasn't shared it with me yet. We'll just let that be a mystery for you right now and I'll ask Andy not to share any more about his story until you see his video; you all are in for quite a treat when you hear about his unique experiences. If some of you guys will pull the blinds on those windows, we'll all be able to see the TV better. While a couple of the boys in the back got up and drew the curtains, Clay fired up the big flat-screen TV on the wall opposite the chairs and the screen bloomed with a split screen of Clay a few years younger, and the all-familiar Mr. Cooper—both gloriously naked and already hard. "This is my first year interview from 5 years ago when I was still just 15; I turned 16 a month later," announced Clay, "the second year we didn't have to do another one, since Mr. Cooper remembered me and he had no qualms about my being open and sexual and all that. I didn't pay much attention to the chatter as they bated together, but was pretty mesmerized watching the interplay between FC and Clay—I tried to pay attention to the unspoken signals each was sending the other as they jacked their cocks `face-to-face'. It was most interesting that they almost subliminally matched each other's stroking pace; when FC slowed down, Clay did, too; when Clay tweaked or pinched his own nipple, so did FC. When I say I paid attention to the signals, I mostly should admit that this was just about the hottest thing I could have imagined doing on the first minute of the first day of camp—sitting around with 15 or so other naked boys my own age watching two other guys masturbate in front of each other. Clay paused the video and walked over by the door. He picked up a large basket and started passing it around. "I forgot to mention," he said, "that while open jacking your own or your neighbor's prick is OK—we even allow sucking if you want—it's not OK to shoot or spit cum on the floors, the furniture, or your beds... please use a cum rag from the basket to either catch your goo, wipe it off yourself, your partner or said furniture, and put it in the hamper over there. There will be towels in every classroom, cabin and sports venue to help keep the place clean. And by the way, if you are sucking a cock and he cums in your mouth, swallow it or spit it into a rag—again, no cum on the floors; it's a slipping hazard! I for one was very glad he'd started passing out towels—I was pretty close to shooting my first load of the camp (second of the day) and looking around, I wasn't the only one. He restarted the video and when Clay launched his load up onto his chest in the video, a couple of campers in our group did the same. Still more lost it when Mr. Cooper shot his big load into his hand and slurped it up into his mouth, licking each of his fingers clean at the end... I was interested to see that he didn't show Clay his unique ability of cumming twice in just a minute or so like he did with me. I would have to remember to ask the other guys if he did that with any of them. As Clay swapped DVDs, I noticed a stray blob of cum on his arm that he'd missed when he cleaned up after cumming while watching his own video just now. "Every time I watch that vid, I lose another big load... I see some of you guys enjoyed that as much as I did... just throw your cum rags in the hamper and get yourself another for this next tape... it's the interview with Dennis over there... I'm sure you all have noticed he's one of our `big boys'... how big is your penis, anyway, Dennis? Dennis was one of our obvious Irish lads, and his pale white complexion clearly showed him blush from his very large 8" thick uncut penis up to and including his entire red head, making the skin under his hair turn even redder. Every eye in the room was now staring at his prodigious penis and large, baseball-sized, hairless scrotum. "It's pretty big, I guess," mumbled Dennis, "at least compared to most guys... but not compared to my dad." "Well, we're about to get to that," replied Clay, starting Dennis's interview tape. "This is one of the most interesting interviews I've ever seen... here we go. The screen bloomed to life and again, two split frames appeared. Mr. Cooper was in his usual position on the right side, but instead of just Dennis, naked and alone on the left screen, there was Dennis with an older man standing off to one side behind him. Both Dennis and the standing, older man were fully erect with neither one touching his penis. Dennis's was pointing straight up and looked very impressive, throbbing against his abdomen with his balls hanging lower than they were now in our cabin. The man standing behind, we later learned, was Dennis's father, sporting an erection that, if Dennis's was 8 inches, was at least 10, also uncut and as thick as my wrist! It, too was throbbing with each beat of his heart and pointed up at about a 45-degree angle. When he grasped it and pulled it all the way vertical to stroke it a couple of times, I noticed that his balls were commensurately large as well. The softball-sized scrotum rose and fell with each stroke, making the testicles within bounce slightly. Clay paused the video, now with both Dennis and his father stroking their cocks and frozen, and said, "Mr. Cooper said this was one of the first times he has ever allowed both dad and son in the interview at the same time... it was sort of an experiment that worked this time, but he usually wants the boys to masturbate with him alone in order to more properly gage the potential camper's interest and comfort level without anyone else around that might bother the interviewee—in this case, Dennis. It will be pretty apparent in a few moments that Dennis was not intimidated at all at his dad's presence during the interview. He hit `play' again and sat down and stroked his penis along with the rest of us. Tristan had taken the chair next to mine and I ventured a hand across to touch his upper thigh. He glanced over at me and did the same, reaching over to touch my leg. We naturally slid our hands the rest of the way and made first contact with each other's engorged dicks and began stroking as if it was our own penis. The thick, smooth, brown skin of his cock felt even better than I thought it would; if I hadn't already cum twice today, I'd've shot a load right then. Both smiling, we looked back at the screen. "Bob, I want to say for the record here, that you are Dennis's biological father and are participating in this interview at Dennis's request—that you have not coerced or otherwise insinuated yourself into this interview. In fact, as you told me earlier, you didn't want to participate here but that Dennis asked you to be present—is that correct? "That's absolutely correct, but as I told Denny per your instructions, he needs to do most of the talking, and that you intend to direct all your questions to him. I'll only contribute if he or you ask me for some input. "Dennis, is this all ok with you? asked Mr. Cooper. "Yeah.. I got it... fire away," answered Dennis. "OK, let's get started, continued FC. "In your own words, could you please tell us your story about how you started masturbating, why you'd like to come to bate camp, and why you wanted your dad to be present during this interview. "Well, I guess I had a typical sexual awakening as a kid, playing with my dick and comparing it with other kids in the neighborhood growing up. It was pretty clear that I was blessed with a pretty big one—at least bigger than any of my friends... I was pretty embarrassed about it for a long time, but only started realizing how lucky I was in the last few years. I guess I started appreciating how lucky I was when I was about 10. "Did something specific happen that made you aware of your `gift', shall we say?" asked FC. "I guess you could say it was a specific event—one that my older sister, Annette brought about." "Oh, this is getting interesting," said Mr. Cooper, pinching a string of pre-cum off the tip of his penis, then licking it off his fingers. "How much older than you is Annette?" Dennis and his dad both reacted to FC's pre-cum slurping gesture, both rubbing their own pre-cum around the large, bulbous heads of both their cocks. Neither tasted his own, but rather chose to use the slimy flow as lube. To each his own, I guess. "She's 18 now; she was about 13 then. Anyway, one night she woke me up and told me to follow her into her closet... I guess I should give you some background on our house. There were 4 bedrooms upstairs... The stairs led straight from the front door up to the first floor (translation: the second floor for you Americans). The 4 bedrooms were in the 4 corners—at the top of the stairs, you'd turn left to get to mom and dad's and turn right to Annette's; both of them faced the front of the house, separated by the stairs. Next to mom and dad but at the back of the house was my little brother's; mine was opposite Annette's, also at the back of the house to the right. My sister's closet was sort of under the sloping roof at the front of the house as was my parents'. What only Annette and I knew was that if you went into her closet and got real low, you could crawl across the area above the stairs and end up in my parents' closet... you had to plan ahead, sneak into their closet and move a box or two that blocked the opening on their side, but once in, you could see through the louvered closet doors and see their whole room. Their bed was about 5 feet from the closet and you could hear everything they said pretty clearly. "I think we get the picture of your house's layout... is that why she wanted you to follow her into the closet? Were you two spying on your parents?" asked FC. "Yeah... she said later that she had been crawling into their closet to watch them fuck for a while and was eager to show me... I guess I knew about fucking then and was just starting to beat off myself, but hadn't had an orgasm yet, so I was curious to see what was up... when we got in position to watch, I found what was up, I guess—THAT was what was up," he said, turning and pointing to his dad's fat cock! "I thought at first it was a beer can or the tv remote or a flashlight or something that he was holding at first, but even in the dim light from the TV, it was pretty clearly a giant penis that he was stroking straight up and down. He was alone on the bed at first, but pretty soon their door opened and my mom came into the room from the hall... I guess she had been in the bathroom or something. Anyway, she came into the room, took off her nightie and sat on the side of the bed right across from me and Annette. That was the first time I'd ever seen my mom naked—let alone any woman naked. I'd always thought my mom was pretty and had a nice figure compared to the other moms, and at first I was sort of grossed out, but over the next few weeks, I looked forward to seeing her pretty tits and small cunt... and she also has a pretty cute little butt—I guess that's where I learned to appreciate the soft, roundness of a woman's figure, especially a beautiful ass. Anyway, back to the first time... I didn't have long to appreciate mom's nakedness as she bent over and took dad's giant penis—THAT thing—and put it into her mouth. I was stunned... how she got that big thick cock into her little mouth I'll never know, but it sure made dad excited. She sucked on the knob while stroking it up and down with both of her small hands. All the while she was doing this, dad was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and fingering her pussy right there in front of us. He was going in and out of her cunt with two or three fingers and each time he pulled them out, we could see they were slick with her juice. Occasionally he licked his fingers off, then plunged them right back in. She moaned each time he entered and he moaned each time she came down on his cock with her little mouth. "What was Annette doing this whole time?" asked FC. "Well, that's just it—the whole time dad was finger-fucking mom, Annette reached under her nightie and was sticking a finger into her own hairless little cunt at the same time. Our legs were touching and I could feel her shaking and shivering the whole time. I didn't understand then, but she later told me that she was able to orgasm almost continuously when watching dad stick his fingers into mom's cunt, especially while fucking herself. Before long, though, Annette reached over to me with her free hand and, all the while still pumping in and out of her own hole, started groping around my crotch... sure enough, my cock was hard as a rock and almost as soon she pulled it out through the fly of my pjs, I started feeling like I was peeing! It was my first orgasm I guess and, although it was still `dry', it was life changing for me. I couldn't stay and watch anymore that time... I thought they'd hear us since we weren't exactly quiet; I was afraid we'd get caught. I crawled back through to her closet and when she didn't follow immediately, I went back to my room. She came a few minutes later and we whispered about what we'd seen. "What exactly did she say," asked FC, obviously very aroused by Dennis's narration. He was vigorously stroking his dick, now slick with his own pre-cum. Evidently, he'd been unable to keep up with his own pre-cum production and had given up trying to eat it all. "I don't remember exactly... just that she wanted me to see for myself what she had been watching mom and dad do for almost a year. "I'm guessing that's not the end of your story, is it, Dennis?" asked FC. "Hell no... I mean no. Sorry." Dennis stammered. "We went back many times and it became quite a bonding experience with my sister. Eventually, we did everything you can imagine—both in the closet and back in her or my room... she and I each took each other's virginity and our sexual exploration came to include everything either one of us had ever read or heard about in school or fuck books or wherever. "Tell me exactly what you and Annette have done since then," asked FC. I wasn't sure if this was part of the requirement to determine sexuality and experience, or if FC was just fulfilling his lustful urge to hear more fuck talk; especially talk about two pre-teens exploring each other's bodies. "Well, not only did we fuck pretty regularly—especially after watching mom and dad fuck—but she really liked to suck me off. She thought my sperm made her complexion clearer and I was only too happy to give her all I could produce... one time when mom and dad were gone to an open house with my little brother, I came 4 times—and I mean big `epic' loads—deep in Annette's mouth over about an hour. I was sore for a couple of days but her skin never looked clearer. "Is that all?" asked FC. "Well, not quite all," continued Dennis. "It took some work, but over time, Annette was able to take my prick up her butt and about every other time we fucked—especially in the past year—she's wanted me to fuck her and cum deep in her asshole... and that's just OK with me; she's tighter back there and I think I cum more in her butt than in her cunt. "I'm about ready to cum with you right now if you're ready, Dennis," said Mr. Cooper. "You've told quite the tale and I'm very excited right now. In fact, I want to show you something I can do that not many men can..." I thought about how FC used that line with me before he shot two loads in about 30 seconds... I wondered if that was his `super power' and we were about to see it here with Dennis. "OK, I'm pretty ready too, Mr. Cooper, but I'm not quite done with my story... and I haven't explained why my dad's here yet." "Oh," said Mr. Cooper, obviously disappointed that he was going to have to put off ejecting his pent-up load for a few more minutes. "Do continue." "Dad and I have talked about this and decided that it is important that you know... that very first time that Annette called me into her closet to watch mom and dad was sort of staged... she had indeed been watching through the louvered closet for much of the previous year, but almost from the beginning, mom and dad knew she was there and `let' her watch. They `caught' her after a few months and let her play with them in their bed. Only after a few months of her messing around with them did they decide it was time to bring me into `the family.' Not only did Annette and I fuck around with each other, but after about a year of exploring and spying, they staged `catching' both of us in the closet and initiated me into the family. Mr. Cooper was as stunned as we all were. His hand was frozen on his cock and his big-eyed stare was matched by that of about half dozen boys in our cabin just then. "You mean your whole family has sex with each other?" asked FC. "Yes, actually... I mean not my little brother—yet—but we're working on including him soon. He's 12 now and Annette has been bringing him into mom and dad's closet to get him warmed up to join Annette and me in their bed once we decide he's ready. After bate camp might be the right time, actually, since he's made me promise to tell him everything I'll learn there when I get home. I told him all that what bate camp was going to entail—most of it anyway—and he's pretty anxious to have us reenact some of what I learn here with him. "I'm just curious here as to the timing you've described... you said Annette and your folks `messed around' before she brought you into the closet for the first time. You also said you took each other's virginity, I think... did your folks `messing around' with Annette include your dad putting his penis into Annette? "No... I think Annette probably wanted that—she was pretty worked up when she was in bed with mom and dad—but they, my parents, didn't think she would be ready for that as young as she was... when we fucked each other, it really was the first time for both of us. Incidentally, my parents told us later that they watched us fuck on her bed for the first time from the closet in her room... pretty kinky, eh? "You might say that, yes," Mr. Cooper replied. "Is there more? I'm getting pretty ready to cum here. Dennis replied, "Well, I might as well get it all out right now... dad here has since fucked Annette—in both her holes, I might add. He hasn't fucked me yet—we're saving THAT for bate camp, but I've fucked both my mom and dad... in fact, both Annette's and mom's favorite activity when we all get together after my brother is asleep is for them to watch me fuck dad with him on his back while they sit against the headboard and diddle each other's pussies. First, I pull out and shoot all over dad's penis, balls and torso, then he unloads, mixing his cum with mine... then the `girls' slurp us—mostly dad—clean. Dad's usually done, but I can usually cum another time or two, so I take turns fucking both mom and Annette in their cunts while dad puts his fingers into their asses. I like that, too, because Annette and I usually get out of school the next day—it takes a long time to make everybody cum two or three times and we're usually beat the next day. "I'd like to read that note to the teacher!" added Mr. Cooper with a chuckle. We all heard a distinctive female giggle at his little joke. Mr. Cooper froze mid-stroke and said, "Did I hear someone else in the room there? I thought this interview was just with you and your dad, Dennis. It's not nice to fool the camp director! "I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper... we had a deal that Annette could listen to this interview if she stayed quiet and out of sight, but I guess she blew it... I hope this doesn't wreck my chance to come to camp." It obviously didn't, since there he sat with his big cock in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face!. "It's just that we had a deal to make this interview part of our family session tonight... it was supposed to work that as soon as you and I finish cumming together—and by the way, dad plans to ejaculate with us here as well—he's promised me I can fuck him and shoot my next load in his ass while he cums inside Annette's little cunt. Mom's at awards night with our little brother and says it's ok to go without her. Another soft giggle was heard in the background but Mr. Cooper kept his composure and resumed stroking after a momentary pause. I wonder if he knew all along that Annette would be in the room. "I've heard about families that are completely free with sex among each other, but a family that includes bisexual encounters as well and shares with even the younger members is truly remarkable—and exceptional... you're lucky not only to be so well endowed, Dennis, but to have a family that has taught you so much so early in your young life! And with that, Mr. Cooper concluded the interview. Shortly thereafter, we watched as three impressive penises ejected probably a quart of sperm... I didn't know which cock to watch—FC shot goo up and over his shoulder and all over his chest while Dennis matched him shot for shot up onto his own chest and face. Some of Dennis's ejaculate hit his dad on the hand, as it pinched and prodded Dennis's right nipple, helping him cum even harder. Once Dennis was nearly done and his cock just sort of dribbled goo out the tip, Bob let go of Dennis's nipple, gripped his own 10-incher and vigorously pumped his 8 ropes against Dennis's cheek, dripping down his front; all the while we could hear Annette screaming her orgasm in the background. Here in the cabin, no prick remained `un-shot'... and I think we might have exceeded our share of clean jizz-rags with just these last two DVDs. It was especially awesome to hold Tristan's penis and feel it pulse and bulge as he ejected 8 or 9 chugs into the rag I was holding around the tip of his beautiful, brown cock. As soon as he was done, I thrust the same drenched rag against my own knob and ejected my own load to mingle with his while he vigorously pumped my penis. That rag was pretty dang full! As I was coming down from my high, I looked at Dennis and watched him shoot right along with everybody else, enjoying his own celebrity as probably the most experienced among us. The air was charged with post-orgasmic heavy breathing as everybody wound down from the climax of that video. As awesome as this had been, I knew Andy's story and was pretty certain that his tape would generate even more jizz once we finally got to see it. Stepping up to the DVD player, Clay ejected the disc and said "I knew you'd all enjoy that one especially—I think we're out of towels—and have a new respect Dennis here." Murmuring. "Sometime today we need to take a tour of the rest of the facilities, so why don't we take a break from the vids now and head over by the pool and gym. I notice some of you are barefoot. That's OK, but I think you'll all be more comfortable with some footwear since we'll be covering some distance before we get back. Also, if you're uneasy still being nude, feel free to slip on your underwear, shorts, or swim suit if you're so inclined... I intend to stay naked for the next two weeks and you're welcome to stay that way as well... a quick peek out the windows as you open those blinds will tell you that most everybody out there is probably naked and I'm guessing will probably stay that way for the duration. "Oh, and before I forget to mention this—while some of you guys get your shoes on, let me say that I noticed a few of you have sort of coupled up—that's just fine; but bate camp wants to make sure that no one becomes exclusive while here—please be open to experiencing this wonderful male bonding opportunity that is bate camp with other guys in our cabin here as well as other campers and counselors as you see fit—it's all up to you but we don't want you to miss out on this wonderful chance to taste everybody here... I myself intend to sample each and every one of you before the week's out and I hope you look forward to bonding with each other as well. This was going to be an awesome two weeks!!