Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2018 23:21:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: brad rent <brad_rent@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 12 of "Wilson Goes to Camp" attached

This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his
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Chapter 12- The Rest of the Day
	We all headed out like a flock of baby ducklings following Clay,
who headed straight for the pool and gym area. The pool was almost deserted
now—just a couple of nude swimmers doing laps, way different from when
we last saw the deck area full of naked, shiny `man flesh.' It was a
beautiful, crystal-clear Olympic-sized pool with a much deeper `side-lobe'
that had three levels of diving boards and platforms on the sides. I
couldn't imagine jumping off the tall one—10 meters, maybe—naked; let
alone with a boner! Although no lane markers were in place right now, the
main pool obviously could be easily configured for lap swimming or
competitive swim meets (are they swim `meats' here?). Clay pointed out
fittings to mount nets in four different places, so that the pool could
accommodate two side-by-side water polo matches simultaneously. (Years
after my bate camp experience, I played water polo in college and got
groped plenty of times while wearing my speedo during both competitions and
practice; I wondered how that dynamic would have been different if all the
competitors were naked and erect... I guess I'll never know since I didn't
try water polo that summer at camp)
       Next, our little `herd' moved into the adjacent gymnasium,
configured like any other, with basketball and volleyball courts painted on
the wood floor and bleachers on the sides. Clay told us to have a seat on
the bleachers while he went to find the athletic director.
       The hard, wood surface of the bleachers was cold on our poor
butt-flesh—one of the downsides of always being naked, I guess—and we
barely had time to get used to that sensation when Clay returned and
introduced Matt, the camp's athletic director. I was immediately struck by
his handsome, manly face—he reminded me of George Clooney
somehow—square jawed, prematurely gray hair and tall with a well-muscled
body. He was naked, of course; his dark-complexion had no tan lines and was
highlighted nicely by the dark pelt of hair that carpeted his chest,
tapering to a thin line that continued down to a modest bush of medium
brown hair that framed his thick, uncut penis and fat, pendulous
ball-sack. I was intrigued by the look of his soft prick with its sheath of
skin covering a very large, bulbous glans. The thin skin covering it was
almost translucent except for a couple of bluish veins `spidering' their
way down the shaft all the way to the tip. The opening at the very end of
the sheath allowed a small peek at his piss slit, but not much more. I was
becoming quite the connoisseur of uncut penises, it seems.
	"Welcome to bate camp, gents," he began in his lilting Scottish
brogue, this time reminding me of Sean Connery. The combination of George
Clooney and Sean Connery was a pleasing—and arousing—combination. "My
name is Matt and I hail from Scotland... let me be the first to welcome you
lads to the athletic department... I understand that Mr. Cooper already
introduced you to most of my staff during his welcoming remarks... I
apologize for missing those introductions. My department is charged with
making sure that your two weeks are not only fun and rewarding, but that
you learn more about your own bodies and those of your fellow campers while
you're here.  To that end, we've provided top-notch facilities for your
use. I encourage each and every one of you to sign up for whatever
activities that interest you, be they individual or team
activities. Further, we hope that you'll consider not only those that
you're already skilled in, but also expand your familiarity with other
activities that might be new to you. Besides, I'm guessing that even if
you're already good at a particular sport, doing it naked—and with other
naked boys—will probably be new to you.
	"By way of a short history lesson, you may or may not know that
bate camps grew out of a naturist, or nudist camp experience originally
founded in Italy. Families there were used to being able to spend a week or
two naked in the company of other nudists of all ages. Nudity, as you
probably know, has always been more accepted in polite society in Europe
than in the new world. Even so, things went well until athletic endeavors,
shall we say, were attempted by mixed groups. It soon became apparent that
when the young men in the camp began to engage in vigorous physical
activity, they became aroused to the point where the rest of the
campers—the young girls and older women in particular—complained
about the erections on just about every adolescent boy. Because they didn't
seem to be able to control these responses, these boys were instead
sequestered to one end of the camp in separate cabins when they reached a
specific age... some of the dads in the group were conscripted to act as
chaperones in these cabins at night and during said athletic endeavors
among the boys. This had unexpected consequences. The dads overseeing the
young boys' activities soon became aroused as well—some of the men
volunteered to be full-time leaders of the boys' end of the camp; it was
only a matter of time before camp weeks were set aside and designed
exclusively for these young boys and their fathers... and that's the rest
of the story of how bate camps came to be.
	"The tradition of men and boys pursuing athletic activities naked
has probably been around for millennia, but was first recorded in ancient
Greece; it's the tradition at bate camps all over Europe to this day. It's
our fervent belief that this is the way man was meant to be, at least as
far as sports were concerned... the Greeks had it right from the beginning;
everything we do in a physical sense, man-to-man, individually or as part
of a team, ought to be done in the nude. We don't pretend to be
theologians, but we believe that God intended man to `be in community' with
other men in a complete state of nakedness. As you tour the facility, we
think you'll agree that whatever sport you engage in is more pleasurable to
do—and to watch—in the nude.  That's not to say there isn't a place
for protective equipment like shoes and gloves and the like, but for the
most part, we think you'll come to agree that anything you can do with your
body is more enjoyable without clothing. I'll turn you back over to Clay,
here, who will continue your tour of our magnificent facilities.
       We climbed down out of the bleachers at Clay's beckoning—a few of
us a little more `thick' than we were when we sat down—and noticed that
at one end of the gym horizontal bars were mounted on the wall at such a
height that one could jump up, grab a bar and do some chin-ups or
pullups. While we watched, two of the counselors were having a competition;
they were facing away from us, toward the wall, and we didn't care who won
or who was ahead... we were mesmerized by their spectacular asses as their
muscular backs, shoulders and arms rippling throughout their movements,
moving those beautiful butt cheeks up and down—one set a beautiful,
creamy white with speed-o tan lines; the other bubble-shaped and bronzed
all over. When they got to the top of their movements, we got a peek
through the little wedge of light right at the juncture of their gluteal
creases (pointed out by Clay as the place where ass meets upper thigh), at
their pronounced chods (also pointed out by Clay as the `no-man' land
between scrotum and asshole), and at the underside of their respective nut
sacks.  These studs made quite the spectacle and Clay had trouble dragging
us away to continue the tour. Looking around, all 15 of us were now in some
stage of erection where we hadn't been when we left the cabin. After
cumming 3 times already today, I thought I'd never be able to get hard
again, let alone feel like offing another load! Ah, the wonders of the
human male body.
       Matt broke our reverie. "I see that some of you lads are
appreciating my remarks about doing and watching men exercising while
nude... bravo, I say, bravo! Carry on, Clay." As Matt sauntered away to
help count reps at the chin-up bar, I noticed that he was just a little bit
`thicker' now as well.
       The weight room was off to one side and about half the size of the
gym. While we were moving through, I saw a few of the older counselors
lifting. Clay again had a hard time getting our attention and keeping us
moving, as we stopped and abjectly stared at the heavily muscled, well-hung
studs that were lifting as we passed. One black guy in particular was on
his back benching an immense amount of weight. He was displaying a
semi-hard penis that rose straight up, then lazily flopped over to the side
and quivered on his thigh with each lift; heavy, low-hanging testicles
almost touching the bench surface between his spread legs. His spotter,
standing right over his upturned face, in contrast, was lily-white and
sporting an immense, throbbing erection as he stared down at the black
guy's cock and rippling torso. We noticed, without instruction from Clay
this time, that he was not only hard, but particularly well hung; his penis
bobbed directly over the head of the `lifter,' who didn't seem to mind the
string of pre-cum leaking out the tip and heading for a landing on his
forehead.
       "If that thing drips in my eye, I'll kick your ass!" he grunted.  I
guess he noticed the dripping dick after all. Titters all around.
       Next, we moved into an adjacent large room that had every piece of
gymnastics equipment you could imagine on one end and a large floor
exercise area that could double as a wrestling mat at the other. The
gymnastics equipment wasn't being used at the moment, but as we got closer,
Clay turned around and motioned for us to be quiet. We crept around the
edge of the mat where two counselors were clenched in an obvious wrestling
match. Both were completely naked, but were sporting semi hard-ons and
sweating like pigs. Obviously this contest had been going on for some time,
as the combatants were winded and straining against each other. We took
seats on the bleachers at the end of the room and watched the match with
the other dozen or so observers already there—all very erect to a man.
       "These are our two wrestling instructors," whispered Clay,
nonchalantly squeezing his own growing penis. "One is an Olympian from one
of the Scandinavian countries that competed last year and the other is his
coach, but from England... this should be quite a spectacle.
       It was like watching a ballet, as they deftly inserted an arm here,
kicked out a leg there and escaped one hold only to tie up the opponent in
a similar hold a split second later. Their bodies were rippling with
muscles; one moderately hairy and one nearly hairless. The hairless
guy—the Olympian, we later learned—had just a small tuft of blonde
hair matching that on his head at the root of his cock; obviously shaved to
sort of a wide `V.' It was shaped somewhat like a short, blocky
`hitler-style' moustache and looked quite hot on his tan-all-over body; I
made a note to see if I could fashion that kind of pattern in my own pubic
hair.
       The other wrestler—the coach—was slightly older, heavier and
hairier. When I noticed his short beard and moustache, it dawned on me that
I hadn't seen much facial hair since we'd been here. Only a few of the
counselors had any sort of goatee or moustache... this full beard was the
first I'd noticed.
       Just about as soon as we got seated, though, they broke apart,
signaling that the match was over. Each rose up off the mat and got to his
knees, sat back on his haunches and tried to catch his breath. The
spectators applauded and someone in the stands crossed the mat to hand each
a towel. After wiping sweat off their heads and arms, they crawled across
the mat wiping more sweat smears off the pristine dark blue surface. I
couldn't help noticing that watching a grown man crawl around on all fours
naked is pretty arousing. We got a clear view not only of their broad backs
and muscular butts and legs, but a pretty clear view from straight behind
of each dark, puckered ass hole and low-hanging scrotum. When they were
done, they stood and wandered toward what I presume was the shower room,
arms around each other's shoulders. I don't think I'll ever get tired of
watching fit, naked men walk away from me—their beautiful ass cheeks
were a delight to watch, undulating with each step.
       Breaking the calm after this mock combat ended, four of the
counselors that were watching from the stands stepped down and split up,
one pair on each side of the mat.  As you'd expect, all four were naked and
at least semi erect right now. One from each team knelt down at the edge of
the circle while the other from each team moved to the middle and assumed a
wrestler's stance—each with a hand behind the opponent's head and the
other on his elbow. As they began to move around trying to take one other
down, Clay whispered to our group, describing what we were about to see.
       "This is how we do wrestling here... for you experienced wrestlers
in the group, it will look similar to what you're used to, but there are
important differences at bate camp... scoring for example. Just like
`clothed' wrestling, you get points for takedowns, escapes and near pins
and the like, but here there are also points given for various `sexual'
moves as well... you'll notice that the guys on the edge right now are
working on getting themselves fully erect. This is obviously a tag
match... if someone gets tagged in, both partners of that team get a
30-second window where both can work on the opponent; they can't work to
get any closer to a classic wrestling move—that wouldn't be fair. For
example, two guys can easily get an opponent to a near pin or even a pin,
so that's not allowed... rather, the purpose of the second guy is to try to
get points for various sexual moves he attempts to put on the opponent. His
team gets points if he can jack or suck the opponent's dick for 3 seconds
or get the opponent to open his mouth and is able force his dick into the
opponent's mouth for three seconds—biting an opponent's cock is
disqualifying, by the way. Squatting down to rub your asshole on his face
for three seconds or getting your tongue on or in his asshole also scores
points. The most `sexual' points are given if anyone can get a hard dick
into the other's ass, or—and this is where it gets interesting—can
force the hard opponent's cock up and into his own ass during the `both'
period. There are even more points if the original opponent can do any of
those things by himself without help from his partner... we don't have time
to watch this whole match, but if you're interested, this is a variation on
`standard' wrestling just about any of us can enjoy, either as a
participant or a spectator... even if you don't wrestle, a lot of cum gets
pumped out by the fans in these bleachers—just sayin'." I could believe
that this might be something that would appeal to lots of
guys—especially Americans. I always got semi-hard watching `Texas
wrestling' on TV on Saturday mornings growing up... even those fat old
Mexican guys in masks got me going... I can imagine what watching fit,
young studs trying to suck and fuck each other in a wrestling ring while
completely naked would do to my bone.
       Clay stood and said it was time to move on, but we all wanted to
stay and watch how this played out. As we moved around the side of the mat,
one wrestler stretched out and tagged his now-erect partner into the ring
while prone on the mat, holding the opponent's arms up over his head; his
legs wrapped around the opponent's torso in a `figure 4.' The helpless
opponent's genitals were exposed and the incoming wrestler wasted no time
dropping down, grabbing the kicking legs to protect his own nuts, and
attempting to suck some `enemy' dick. It didn't look like 3 seconds had
passed before the opponent on the side yelled "time" and the new attacker
had to spit out the now-much-fuller cock, and the original wrestler had to
release his hold and move to the edge.  Now the fresh, newly tagged partner
was on a relative even footing and struggled to regain control of the tired
opponent.  The tired grappler escaped and quickly moved over to tag his
fresh—also hard—partner in; for 30 seconds, the two of them tried to
get some advantage, but the call of `time' came before anything interesting
happened. Now the two `hard' wrestlers grappled, trying to get at the
other's burgeoning erection.
       Vowing to come back for more wrestling `drama,' we next moved into
the large, open changing area... here were benches but very few lockers,
and I guess that made sense—why would you need a locker if you had no
clothing to change into or out of? While not completely mirrored like the
bathroom in our cabin, there were plenty of mirrored walls, allowing for
the same `furtive peeks' or `lingering leers.' Peering into the mirrors, I
thought we all looked pretty hot, all fit and erect with cocks bobbing with
each step, sauntering among the benches. As we moved toward the exit and
past the shower room, I peeked in and saw our Olympian stud standing under
a shower and face fucking the kneeling `coach' before him... the in and out
motions of his now rock-hard, distended cock were showing off his muscular,
tanned ass to maximum advantage. The coach with a mouth full of hard cock
had both hands on this handsome Scandinavian's ass and was pulling apart
the tanned ass-cheeks, giving us all a peek at a finger from each of his
hands prodding and stretching open this puckered butt-hole—I had trouble
guessing how they determined which one of them had actually `won' their
contest—but had no doubt where exactly this match-up would end up.
       Now completely hard and leaking (again), we made our way out of the
sports complex into the bright sunshine; here was an open area where four
sand-covered beach volleyball courts were being used by six or eight
counselors—the stands crowded with even more observers. If we weren't
already aroused to the max, you can imagine watching all these fit, young,
naked men engaged in batting the ball back and forth over the tight net as
if in some kind of mortal combat... lunging, striking, leaping, and spiking
by sweating, muscular, hairy, hairless, black, brown, white and pink shiny
sweating athletic bodies—all with raging, bouncing, cut, uncut,
beautiful, long, thin, or thick boners and bouncing full nut-sacks! The
fans in the stands were also wildly cheering their respective teams—and
were also sporting the same massive erections as the competitors. I was
glad we moved quickly out of there since I probably would have needed to
shoot a load had we watched much more—and not a cum rag among us! I knew
that this was also a place I'd return to more than once in the coming
weeks. Looking around at the other flushed, leaking members of our cabin
told me I wouldn't be coming back here alone.
       We walked away from the central sports area of the campus with
everybody in our group sexually aroused. I recalled the athletic director's
words after touring the gym and then seeing dozens of naked men swimming,
lifting weights, wrestling or playing volleyball—or just watching—and
I knew he was right—it was too good to not have been a God's plan. To
this day, I believe that anything we do with our bodies was meant to be
done naked and if you're watching other men do things with their bodies,
you ought to be naked, too... by God. Period. Dot.  It's just too bad that
we just can't do that—especially in America—except at places like
bate camp, nude beaches or bath houses.
       Our next step in the tour was a swing by a small building off to the
side of the dining hall. There was already a line going out the door and
Clay told us to get in that line; he'd go and see how long we'd be
waiting. We stood out from the rest of those in the line—literally
`stood out,' that is; very erect and leaking pre-cum to a man ever since we
exited the sports complex.
       "Where have you guys been," asked one of those near us, "I want to
go there next!" Chuckles up and down the line with the occasional crotch
rub and dick stroke thrown in. While some of the guys in our cabin seemed
embarrassed about being noticed for being hard—whole-body blushing on a
couple of them—others were either getting used to it or even proud of
it; in my case, it made no difference because I didn't have to worry about
getting hard if I saw one of these guys in line I wanted to ogle since I
was already hard when I arrived... and ogle I did. The simple fact of
standing in close proximity to other naked boys was a rare chance to check
out some other bodies close up. I'd been able to watch other naked guys
from a distance in the dining hall during Mr. Cooper's welcome speech, but
hadn't yet had a chance to `study' the `charms' of many other guys, outside
of my cabin mates. I remembered how hot it was being able to sit on a bench
at the bath house a couple of days ago and watch Tristan and his dad unveil
their beautiful naked bodies layer by layer. Since I was first in line of
our group, the guy in front of me turned to engage me and Tristan, who was
next in line behind me, in conversation. It was pretty clear he mostly
wanted to stare our hard, leaking cocks. That was ok with me, and judging
by Tristan's half smile when he stepped around me, brushing my butt and
thigh with his thick, pre-cummy boner, this was ok with him too. We were
having a great time standing there playing with our penises while this guy
watched us both slowly masturbating. It was erotic to see the effect of our
blatant `self-abuse' on him, his demeanor, and mostly on his own quickly
growing penis. He stood there with his arms across his chest and spoke
about how long his group had been waiting and that he didn't really know
what the long line was for, and blah, blah, blah; but his gaze back and
forth at our pricks gave him away. It wasn't long before his own pecker was
pointing straight up at my face, bobbing with each beat of his
heart—incredible since he had yet to even touch it himself. In one of
the brief moments when he looked up at me, I looked him straight in the eye
and put one hand around his now fully erect, throbbing penis and gave it an
upward tug or two. His eyes widened and he froze in mid-sentence. When
Tristan reached out across me with his free hand and cradled his scrotum,
gently squeezing those fat balls, his mouth opened but no sound came
out. He dropped his hands to his sides and gazed down at our ministrations
of his own cock and balls while we continued also stroking ours. With a
grunt and soft moan, semen started gushing from the bulbous head of his
cock. I felt each gush of semen with my hand as his cock swelled in rhythm
with each ejaculation. It didn't really shoot up, but rather bubbled out in
large `blurps' and `bloops', then cascaded down over our hands and his own
genitals. It fell in large, loud splats between his legs and seemed to go
on for about a minute, until he shivered out the last drops. It was our
turn to look surprised—he probably ejected about half a cup of goo in
all; a real big mess! There was hot white semen all over our hands, his
twitching cock and balls; some even running down his thighs.
       "That was just awesome," said the guy in front of him, obviously
having witnessed the entire sequence of events. "I've never seen anyone cum
that much... Dude—you're the cum king of cabin 4!"
       Giggles and teasing from his buds further up the line while we
released his spent and sagging cock and balls, cum still dripping from our
hands. "Here, you guys look like you can use this more than me right now,"
said the guy who crowned his bud the `cum king', passing us a fresh cum
rag. As Tristan and I cleaned up, saturating this one towel, I thought how
lucky we were that we were standing on gravel—otherwise, someone was
going to have to clean up this obvious slipping hazard!
       "That was pretty awesome, man" I offered my now-clean hand. "I'm
Wilson from cabin 5; what's your name?
       "I'm Tyler," he stammered, weakly shaking my hand while still trying
to recover from the loss of so much bodily fluid—he must have felt
dehydrated, I thought.
       "What part of Texas are you from," I asked, teasing him about his
more-than-obvious cockney accent.
       "South London, Texas," he replied, grinning at my stupid humor. "How
about you?
       "The States, obviously from my terrible sense of humor... Florida
specifically... so you don't know what this line is for either?" I
added... see, I had been listening after all.
       "Someone said it was to get our `trackers' or something like that,"
interrupted the guy who saved us with the cum rag.
       Just then Clay returned and told us all the whole story.
       Sure enough, some guys came out wearing fit-bit looking arm bands,
admiring them like they were Rolexes. Apparently the bands were encoded
with each camper's information, making it easier for any of the
administrators—or Clay, for that matter—to find us anywhere on
campus. I guess it makes sense since we all looked alike with no clothes
on. They were actually kind of cool looking and doubled as wrist watches,
so we wouldn't be late for classes, games or meals.
       It took about half an hour for all of us to get outfitted with our
wrist bands and by now, we were all famished.  Clay led us all to the
dining hall, a little cluster of naked ducklings, now sadly soft and
hungry, waddling toward the chow hall.
       We sat together as a group and chatted about our families, school
and other guy stuff... even this felt special, getting to know each
other—but still naked. I think I never got used to that part of bate
camp; maybe that was the whole point... being butt-naked with a bunch of
other guys was a very special thing that I haven't been able to recapture
even years after camp. I miss it.
       A couple of the guys from cabin 4 sat with us at dinner—I guess
we were more interesting since we'd all been boned up earlier and maybe
they hoped to see us get hard again. In any case, Tyler, their `cum king'
and another guy, Dan, sat at our table. Tristan and I were the closest from
our cabin to Tyler and Dan and therefore we seemed to do the most talking
to them.
       "I know Tyler's from south London... how about you, Dan... are you
also from London?" I asked, cleverly.
       "I grew up in a little town in the west of England, actually not far
south from here... a place called Devon. It's one of the more rural parts
of England... outside of visitors to Bath, we don't get much tourist
traffic near us... in fact, you're the first `yank' I've ever talked to.
       "How did you find out about bate camp?" I asked.
       "Well, just like any small village, word got around long time ago
about the goings on up here at the camp... me mum and dad—mostly
dad—caught me beatin' off a whole bunch of times. We had `the talk'
pretty early... I think I was about 12. I was probably wankin' three to
four times a day; when I think back to what my folks must've thought, I
think they were afraid I'd fuck one of the sheep or something, I was so
randy all the time. Dad asked me if I ever `did it' with anybody else... I
had to confess that the neighbor kid, Ronnie—who was 5 years older than
me—got me started and that we'd been jackin' off together for the last 2
years. He asked me how exactly Ronnie `got me started' and I told
him... he—Ronnie—and me used to go out in his or my dad's row boat to
fish on a big lake near our farms. One day we were way out away from the
shore where nobody could see us and Ronnie told me he had been helpin' out
his mom on the weekends workin' in a clinic in town. When I asked him what
he did there, he got real expert and all, saying he handled all the bodily
fluid samples that the clinic collected. They made me pee in a bottle there
before and I knew they took blood from people, so I believed him. Then he
went on to say that another one of his jobs was to make sure all the boys
and men that came in to give up those fluid samples were clean before they
peed or whatever.  He wanted to see if I was clean, so he made me take out
my genitals so he could inspect them—to make sure they were clean and
all. He said they looked pretty clean to him, but just to make sure, he
squeezed my dick and balls until I got hard, then pumped my little cock up
and down kind of fast.  After a few tugs, I told him I had to pee... he
said `go ahead; I know how to handle fluids'... well, it felt like I did
pee, but nothin' came out. That was the first time I ever had an orgasm, I
guess—and it felt great even though it was `dry'. It wasn't long after
that during another one of his many `cleanliness inspections,' that I
`peed' for real and shot some watery little-boy sperm all over his hand. He
seemed real pleased that I was `growing up;' then showed me his own
dick—it was HUGE compared to mine and had hair all around the bottom of
it. He made me take hold of his penis and then wrapped his hands around
mine and we pumped together. He shot out way more semen than I did; it was
all white and slimy grown up cum and I got some on my hand. At first I was
kind of grossed out, but it didn't take long for me to get to likin' the
feeling of stroking my hard penis.  After that, we pumped our dicks a
lot—he introduced me to the word `wanking', and we did it together for a
year or more `til he moved away. After that I was on my own and was
hooked... I loved wanking and felt I needed to pump out some semen 3 or 4
times a day—and I got caught plenty of times! Once after Ronnie and I
were about close to a cum in my room, dad knocked on the door, wanting some
help with something in the barn... we barely got our cocks put away before
he opened the door; needless to say, I didn't get to cum... Ronnie went
home but I still needed to shoot, so after helping dad, I went out in the
woods behind the house... I took off all my clothes since I was feeling
extra horny that day and wanted to feel air all over me. I used to do that
whenever I could, which wasn't often... but everybody was gone except me
and dad and I knew where he was, so I went for it. It felt so good to be
completely naked outside—you all understand this feeling now that we've
spent almost all day completely naked here, right?" Murmurs. "Anyway, after
about 6 spurts of sperm, I looked up and there stood my mom and little
sister staring at me... it shocked me into spurting about 6 more times! I
don't think I ever came so hard. I guess I'd never performed in front of an
audience before and maybe I kind of liked it. Anyway, they scampered away
up to the house and I got my clothes back on real quick and went over to a
friend's house to hide... dinner was sort of weird that night. It was extra
weird because mom served weenies `n kraut. Oh, the irony of it all. My
sister wouldn't even touch her weenie.
       We all had a good laugh at Dan's expense and at the way he told the
story, but I think that's what he wanted... it really was a funny story,
but all of us got hard listening to it—even Dan himself.  It didn't seem
like it would be right to cum at the dinner table, so we all cooled it a
little and slowed down our stroking so as not to plaster the floor with
cum... slipping hazard, you know.
       "Did your mom tell your dad she'd seen you wanking? What did your
dad do when you told him you'd been doin' it with Ronnie on a regular
basis?" Tristan asked.
       "Oh yeah, she told him alright, but it didn't make any difference. I
think he knew all the time what me and Ronnie were doing when we were alone
together in my room, in the basement, in the loft of the barn, behind the
windmill, just about everywhere... he even caught us together a couple of
times out in the woods, so I don't think it was a big surprise to him... in
fact every time Ronnie came over after catching us the first time, dad just
smiled and told us to `have fun.'  It was a big yuck for him—and my mum
when he told her later.
       "How do you know he told her?" Tyler asked.
       "I heard `em talking about it after I'd gone to bed and they thought
I was asleep... dad always provided way too much detail when he told her
and it made me uncomfortable around her the next morning... once, she
caught on that I was embarrassed and she told me there was nothing to be
ashamed of; just don't `take it any further,' she said. I didn't know what
she meant, but I sure wasn't going to ask! All I could think was she was
worried about the sheep." Guffaws now. "or maybe me sisters?
       "Well, that doesn't explain how you ended up coming to camp... how
did your folks decide to let you come?" Tristan asked.
       "I found out that not only did everybody know what bate camp
was—around here they called it the `wank club'; we even had neighbors
and friends that had attended back when it was just starting up... my mum's
dad—my grandfather—had taken his son—my mum's younger
brother—to camp years ago... grandpa heard my folks giggling about my
masturbatin' everywhere—and all the time. He was pretty amused and
volunteered to pay for me to attend camp this year... he also asked his
son, my uncle, if he wanted to be my `dad' for this weekend and next; or
maybe they'd trade off... Uncle Joe jumped at the chance, since he didn't
have a son of his own. My folks seemed relieved that somebody had stepped
up to help me get over my `disease'. Little do they know that so far, I
think camp's having the opposite effect on me—I may never wear clothes
again—and the sheep are definitely not gonna be safe from now on; maybe
even the chickens should take cover!
       We had another round of laughter at Dan's humorous turn of phrase
when telling his story. After the laughter died down a bit, Tristan thought
to ask "Hey, Dan... if your uncle and grandfather attended bate camp, did
your mom know what was going on here back when she was growing up?
       "Yeah, she and dad and gramps all talk about bate camp all the
time... it's kind of embarrassing when they do it in front of my little
brother and sisters, but to answer your question, yes... everybody in my
family—and my neighborhood, for that matter—knows. I even think that
there have been times when the parents get together and some kind of sex
happens after we kids go to bed.
       "Holy shit!" exclaimed Tyler, "Did you ever catch your parents
having sex?
       "Well yeah—all my friends have caught their parents at least
once—we all laugh about it... haven't you ever caught yours doin' it?
But I mean I think sex happens with more than just my two parents.
       Tyler looked down at his plate and blushed... his reaction indicated
that indeed, he'd caught his folks screwing around before, but was
uncomfortable talking about it.
       "You said you thought they were having some kind of sex after you
kids went to bed... what made you think that?... and what do you mean,
`more than just the two of `em?" asked Tristan.
       "After they stayed over—which happened quite a big—I was
usually the first one up in the morning. After Ronnie and I became regular
wankers, I started recognizing the unique smell of semen—you all know
what I'm talkin' about...  I started searching and usually found it in more
than one place... that told me that more than one man was shooting cum on
our furniture and rugs! I became a regular Sherlock Holmes after
that. Whenever they stayed over, I was up like a shot early, searching for
another wet spot on the furniture and rugs. I found `em pretty often on or
in front of the couch and big chairs in the living room, but was surprised
when I started finding wet spots in the dining room, too.
       "I have a pretty good idea how those wet spots got there... once I
wandered in from outside—I'd been wanking outside, so I was trying to
creep in real quiet... anyway, I heard my mom tell dad `Jake, you and
Joe—that's her brother's name—need to be more careful about where you
squirt... you two have made another big mess here... next time you do this
on the furniture or on the floor, you two need to clean up your own mess.'
Holy shit!, I think to myself... my dad and my uncle? Squirting together?
In the same puddle? Mom isn't there when they do it? On the furniture? On
the floor? Wow! My imagination was running wild... where was mom and my
aunt when the men were shooting sperm on the couch, rugs and floors in the
living and dining rooms? Anyway, I'm pretty sure mom is foolin' around with
my aunt upstairs while my dad and uncle are wankin' each other
downstairs. That's the only way my detective brain could match all the
clues!
       I was convinced... at least my penis thought his conclusions were
sound. I was getting pretty close to needing a cum rag. Looking around at
the other boys, Dan's story was getting them fairly hot as well. Just then,
Clay came around announcing that we still had a couple more things on the
evening agenda before turning in.  We dutifully cleaned up our trays from
dinner and followed him back to our cabin. "You guys were pretty lost in
conversation at dinner... and it must have been a pretty hot topic, judging
by your rampant cocks there." Sure enough, anyone that was within earshot
of Dan's story was still hard walking back across the campus. Entering the
cabin, Clay announced that we were going to watch skype interviews with a
couple more of our cabin mates after we each hit the bathroom and could
gather by the `lounge,' as we came to think of calling the gathering spot
in the cabin.
       About the time Clay started Mr. Cooper's interview tape with
Louther, another guy in our cabin, I saw my step-brother, Brian, stealthily
and quietly sneak in the door.  Before I saw any more than the introduction
on the interview tape—Hi, my name's Louther but you can call me
`LR'—and get a quick glimpse of his long, thin penis, Brian put his
finger to his lips and pointed toward the bathroom. I snuck away from the
group, sorry I was going to miss this interview... LR was probably the most
athletic—and therefore `best built'—kid in our cabin and I wanted to
hear more of his story.
       Anyway, I entered the bathroom behind a naked Brian. "Sorry I had to
pull you away from the group," he said, "but I'm not supposed to be in any
of the cabins or around campers unless we're coaching or teaching... I just
wanted to know how you're getting on... dad said I should keep an eye on
you and I haven't had a chance to check up on you `til now.
       "How come you can't be in a cabin or with campers?" I asked.
       "It's just the rules, I guess... maybe they're afraid we're gonna
rape your cute little asses or something. I don't know. Anyway, how are
things going?" he asked, patting me on my bare ass.
       "This place is even more awesome than I thought it'd be... I've had
a boner almost since the moment I first got naked, right up until
now... see?
       "Yeah, I noticed... oh yeah, bro, it feels pretty hard... I can even
feel your heartbeat throbbing through it... and you're leaking like
crazy. Here, feel mine. It's just as hard as yours... I can't even count
the times I've cum since I got here.
       Indeed, his dick felt pretty awesome—I even think it had grown a
little thicker since I last handled it... I also noticed he was now shaving
his balls.
       `Wow, your naked scrotum feels awesome, Bri... how long have you
been shaving?
       "I've only shaved `em once—yesterday, I guess... my roommate
taught me how... it does feel pretty spectacular!
       I felt another orgasm approach and I didn't have a rag handy... "If
you keep squeezing me like that, it'll be about my 4th or 5th orgasm of the
day—and each one has been epic!  Hey, did you know Tristan is in my
cabin?" He released my cock just in time.
       "Yeah... I asked if I could move him into your cabin since you knew
him from the bath house... is that OK?
       "Oh yeah... we `wank' together—his word—all the time... I even
got to catch one of his big loads in a cum rag earlier today and mixed it
with my own... Very hot. I can't wait to take a couple of classes with
him... maybe even wrestle or lift weights with him or whatever.
       "That'd be cool if you two got to wrestle... I'm a wrestling ref and
would love to watch you two try to pin or fuck another pair of
campers... let me know when you're gonna do that... here's my pager
number. Just give me a date and time and I'll make sure I'm officiating
your match.
       "Speaking of athletics, how did your strip golf match go? Did you
end up taking everybody's virginity?
       "Hell no! I suck at golf; by the time we were done, yeah, I got to
suck off a couple of guys—their `payment' for beating me and my
roommate—but got fucked for the first, second and third time ever that
afternoon... I don't know if you know this, but we couldn't do anything
with ours or anybody else's asses when I was here as a camper or my first
year as a counselor... only two years ago did they let us fool around with
each other's butts, but this year it's `katie bar the door'! Everybody's
fucking everybody in the dorm all the time... I'm surprised I can still
walk. But—and this is a big but—pun intended; wait `til you get to
fuck somebody up their butt... it's awesome how tight and `grippy' it feels
when you're goin' in and out... I'm having trouble not shooting right away
when I slide it in! A rubber helps, but I'm going to have to work on cum
control, especially when poking somebody raw.
       "Enough with the `but' jokes already," I replied. "By the way, I
noticed you stayed pretty boned up for Mr. Cooper's whole welcome
speech... Did he welcome you guys as counselors like he did for us campers?
       "Yeah, we got a similar speech, but he was totally nude—as were
all of us—for the whole speech... even better, he has a private room at
the end of our dorm and spends quite a bit of time either `entertaining' us
individually—and he's a way better `bater in person than on skype—or
joining us in the group sessions in the common area... he even taught us a
short class in ass play on our second day... can't wait to show you a thing
or two that he taught us!
       "Cool... by the way, did Marty get the keys to the rental car from
you OK? I in-processed after he walked me in and I never saw him again... I
guess he went looking for you.
       "Oh yeah... he found me alright... I was in the gym getting a
refresher on bate camp's rules for scoring wrestling matches. The best way
to teach the scoring, they figured, was to have us wrestle each other and
the Olympic dude and his coach—the wrestling directors--handled us as we
worked through some holds, showing us what counted as point-makers during
the match. The two guys that were the demonstration wrestlers ended up
sucking and fucking each other. Dad was pretty entertained by how aroused
everybody was, even the spectators—he even joined in the bating that was
happening in the stands with some of the other counselors. He and Matt, the
athletic director, hit it off pretty well and drew a crowd when they took
hold of each other's cocks and did a little frot action right there in the
stands... it was all while straddling a bleacher bench facing each other,
but both shot impressive loads on the other at the end. By the way, dad
also said you had a pretty action-packed drive down from Uncle Will's and
Aunt Millie's... was that the first time a girl sucked your dick?
       "Yeah, I guess it was," I replied, sheepishly, "and it was fuckin'
awesome... Uncle Will had us pull out our pricks to show off to a carload
of jackers that passed us—Millie even pulled out her tits—have you
ever seen her tits?!? I was in the back seat with her and was so lit up
that I started cumming as soon as she touched my cock... she prevented a
real big mess by going down on my spewing dick—she swallowed every drop
of my very full load and didn't spill a drop!
       "That sounds awesome, little bro... congratulations.
       "Her eating my cum was another first for me... this trip has been
full of `firsts'—for both of us by the sounds of it. I don't know if
Marty told you, but they're planning a `welcome home' party for me—and
you, too, if you can leave when I do—that will include Tristan, his dad,
Neil and maybe their mom... Millie's contacting her this week to see if she
wants to come `play' at the same time... I don't know how that's gonna work
with mom and sis coming about that same time... maybe they won't be here
yet? Do you know their schedule?
       "No, I don't keep track of that stuff... it'll be what it'll be, I
guess... Say, did you happen to bring that dildo replica of dad's cock with
you? I think I can use it over in the counselor dorm if you can spare it
for a couple of days... after watching dad and Matt rub their cocks
together, I let it slip to Matt that I thought you'd brought a replica of
dad's hard penis ; he wanted to know if he could borrow it—`research' he
called it. Ha!
       "Yeah, I'll get it before you leave. Is this beeper number how I get
ahold of you any time?
       "Yeah, or I can find you as long as you have your bracelet on.
       I retrieved the dildo from my bag, still wrapped in a t-shirt, and
saw Brian out the door.
       Returning to my seat next to Tristan, I noticed everybody was very
vigorously stroking along with the two on the screen. As if on cue, LR,
Mr. Cooper, Tristan and the rest of the cabin moaned and unloaded at about
the same moment. I felt very left out. When they all seemed done wiping up
their messes—including Clay—I asked Tristan what I'd missed.
       "That was LR's tape... It was one of the best so far... you probably
noticed he's pretty built. In his interview, he told Mr. Cooper that he got
started at a pretty young age—not as young as Andy, but pretty
young. When he was 6 or so, his 13-year-old cousin taught him to play with
his own cock, but of course he didn't ever orgasm although he was usually
able to get hard... anyway, the cousin seemed to like to shoot cum on LR; a
different place each time. His favorite place was on LR's face—LR was
swallowing sperm before he was 7—but also shot it on his face, ass and
even his feet. The first time he shot his own semen was using his cousin's
jizz as lube after he'd cum, mixing in his own watery ejaculate.
       It sounded like I'd missed one hell of an interview... I didn't
intend to miss any more! I went to bed wishing I had let Brian get me
off... nobody else was interested in masturbating with me after their final
orgasms of the day watching LR's interview. Going to sleep horny was not a
good way to finish your first day at `bate camp.'