Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 07:23:43 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Boy's Tools 3

Bowl of Cherries


	My freshman year in college, I landed a summer job working as a
counselor for a summer camp of college bound students, they wanted to get a
jump on their first year of college.  The camp, located in the Adirondacks,
was known for its no nonsense attitude about studies, and its absolute
abandonment when play time arrived.  Since it was an all boy camp, alot of
the play was nude, or nearly so.
	I bunked with seven other guys in one of the twelve bunkhouses.
Each bunkhouse, had an official counselor, and he was supposed to be a guy
you could take your troubles to and get a straight answer.  Unfortunately,
as counselors, we had zero training, and it was assumed, because we had
already experienced what these boys were going to experience in the coming
year, we could act as proper guides.
	Camp had been going smoothly, for almost two weeks, when something
happened I didn't know how to handle, but didn't wan't to bring up with the
other counselors at our weekly meeting.  I woke up late one night, and
heard one of my boys sobbing, I thought.  I got out of my bed, and tiptoed
over to his bed, and bent down beside him.  I'd been relatively quiet, and
when I touched him on the shoulder, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
	"Jesus man! you scared the shit out of me."  He whispered.
	"I heard you crying, and thought I could help."  My voice was so
low, to keep from waking the other sleepers, I wasn't certain he'd heard
me.
	"I wasn't crying," he hissed after a moment.  "But if you want to
help, I could sure use it."  This was right down my job description alley.
	"How can I help?"  He looked at me in the dim light of the moon
pouring in through our screened windows, and drew his covers back.  My eyes
at first couldn't see anything, but gradually, I made out the shape of his
stiff cock laying across his stomach.
	"I was jerking off," he whispered.  "Want to help me?"  He put a
small bottle of hand lotion in my hand, and said, "Use this."
	I knew what he was going through.  Less than two weeks, and my nuts
were so tight, I thought they would explode.  I creamed my palm with the
lotion, and reached for his stiffness.  He moaned quietly when my greased
fingers closed on his shaft.  He sighed, and humped his ass off the cot a
little.  My hands cradled his cock and balls, and I began a slow sensuous
massage, that had him squirming in no time.  He must have had himself close
before I interrupted, because before I knew it, he was perfuming the night
air with the smell of his cum.  Shot after shot flew out of his penis, and
I gathered it with my cupped palm.  Gradually he relaxed, and his hips
returned to the mattress.  I started to go back to my bed, with a handful
of his cream.  He caught my leg with his hand, and I leaned down to hear
his whisper.
	"What about you man?"  His hand let go of my thigh, and groped into
my crotch, where he discovered my raging hardon.
	"Take it out," he hissed at me.  I got onto my knees again, beside
his bed, and he lowered my briefs until my thick cock was standing in front
of his face.  He leaned forward, and his tongue snaked across my burning
flesh.  I shuddered, and he engulfed my cock in his hot mouth.  I'm sorry
to say, I'd never experienced a mouth on my dick before, and I shot
everything I had in seconds.  He gulped and swallowed until there was
nothing flowing out of my nuts anymore.
	"Thanks," He hissed and I stood and stumbled back to my bunk.  My
mind was racing.  The next morning, he went about his business as if
nothing had happened in the night.  I was thankful he hadn't mentioned it,
but when our afternoon free time occurred, I went back to the bunkhouse to
write a letter home, thinking I'd get some free time, while everyone else
was down at the lake swimming.
	"Hi," Jerold said, as I stepped into the room.  He was sitting on
his bunk, where he'd sucked me off the night before.  "That was hot last
night wasn't it?"
	"I suppose so, but we shouldn't do it again."
	"Why?"
	"It isn't right for me to take advantage of you."
	"Seems like I had the advantage.  Anyway, I want you to fuck me
with that sex horn of yours.  I've been dreaming about it all night."
	"I can't do that Jerold!"
	"Why not?  My mother's boyfriend's been doing it for over a year
now.  I miss having a cock in my ass.  You can make my summer camp the best
ever, if you'll fuck me now and then."
	"Jerold!"  He stood up, and for the first time, I realized he was
naked.  "Put on some clothes."
	"Not until you fuck me."
	"I won't!"
	"If you don't, I'll tell Mr. Jakes you made me suck you off."
Mr. Jakes was the owner of the camp, and had given us a pretty explicit
list of no nos the day we reported for duty.  Fucking the charges, was high
up the list.  If Jerold, told him, I would never be believed.
	"Jerold please?"  He laid back on his bunk, and spread his legs.
His little pucker all pink and hairless was winking at me, and for some
reason my cock began to expand in my shorts.  I walked toward him in a
daze.  He handed me a rubber, and told me to put it on.  I did so, feeling
the latex cling to my rigid shaft for the first time.  He was squeezing
hand lotion onto his winking hole, and pulling his cheeks apart.  I was on
my knees, and my cock head was sliding into him.  I was almost delirious,
losing my virginity to another boy just a year or so younger than me.  I
fucked into him, and before I knew it, my instinct for sex took over, and I
was fucking him like I always imagined it would be.  He began groaning, and
moaning for me to fuck him harder.  I was soon pounding into him sledging
my hips against his tender ass.  I could feel the changes taking place in
my body, and shivering, my nuts drew up tight to my shaft, and suddenly I
was pouring my seed into the guts of another boy.  When he felt me cum, he
gripped his dick, and stroked it fast like a blur, and soon enough his
sperm was exploding across his chest.  When he finished, he asked me to
lick his sperm off.  I tasted it lightly with my tongue, and found I liked
the taste.  I began sucking the streams of cock juice off his smooth skin,
and as I was tracing a ribbon of cum across his nipple, he arched his back,
and grabbed my head, forcing me to lick his nipple.  Finally with a shiver,
he let me go.
	He dressed in his swim suit, and ran out to join the others at the
lake.  I staggered in a daze back to my desk, and tried to write a letter
home, but couldn't keep the thoughts from flooding across my mind of my big
hard cock, plowing into Jerold's asshole.  I finally put on my swim suit,
and went off to have a swim for myself.
	After dinner, we had a sing along that night, and on the way back
through the trees to our bunkhouse, Jerold stepped up beside me and said
another of our bunkies had a problem.
	"What kind of problem?"
	"Same kind as I had last night."
	"Who is it?"  He told me, and I looked at the back of the boy
mentioned walking several yards ahead in the dim light of out lanterns.
	"He heard us last night, and asked me about it this afternoon down
at the lake.  He knows you fucked me, and wants me to arrange something
between you and him."
	"No way Jerold.  This is getting out of hand."  One of the boys on
the path ahead, turned at my raised voice, and looked at us.
	"Well there's always Mr. Jakes."  He was smirking at me in the
flicker of light.
	"Maybe I should go to Mr. Jakes myself.  Put an end to this before
it gets out of control."
	"Are you kidding?  I'm seventeen guy.  Underage to you.  They'll
prosecute, and it'll be jail time for you.  So would you rather have a few
fucks or a few years being fucked in jail."  My head hurt, and I couldn't
think where to turn.
	"All right, but not in the bunkhouse.  I don't want anyone else
hearing."
	"Deal.  We'll meet at midnight at the boathouse."  He trotted off
to tell the other boy, and I went back into my daze wondering which was
worse, fucking or being fucked in prison.
	Later, I slipped out of the bunkhouse about a quarter to twelve,
right after I heard Jerold and the other kid sneak out.  What I didn't
notice, as I made my way along the darkened path to the boathouse, was the
two stelthy shadows following me from tree to tree.
	In the boathouse, Jerold had lighted a lantern, since there were no
windows, there was little chance of others seeing the light.  The other
boy, Todd, was sprawled on a pile of tarps with his legs spread, and Jerold
was between his legs sucking on his stiff dick.  My cock went hard
immediately.
	"O.K. man," Jerold said, pulling off Todd's cock.  "The rubbers and
lube are here."  He pointed to a small bag laying on the tarps with them.
"Fuck me first, and then Todd.  I'll suck him off while you're fucking me."
He seemed to be in charge, so I stripped off my shorts, and suited my thick
cock in latex.  Todd spread Jerold's asscheeks with his hands, and watched
smiling as I lubed his hole, and plunged into him.  My cock needed to shoot
soon, and I was soon humping Jerold like a log jam.  He was moaning on
Todd's meat pole, and before I knew it, My nuts were creaming his guts.  I
pulled out, and put a new rubber on, while Todd and Jerold switched places.
They told me Todd was a virgin, and had never been fucked before.
	I lubed him, and started trying to work my dick into him.  Just as
his sphincter relaxed and I slid in, the door of the boathouse opened, and
two more guys from my bunkhouse stepped into the feeble light.  They were
already naked, and both had big boners showing.  Jerold smiled up at them
from his position on his back, and motioned them over.  The oldest, boy,
Marc, the one who had looked back at me on the path earlier, suited up his
cock, and was soon greasing my asshole with the lube.  When he slid into
me, I couldn't believe the sensations in my ass.
	We started fucking slowly in and out of each other, until Jerold
said he wanted to get into Marc's butthole.  We stopped and waited while he
suited up, and greased Marc up for the assault.  Jim, the fourth boy,
covered his cock, and plugged Jerold's already greased hole.  We resumed
fucking, and it wasn't long before everybody was gasping and moaning, and
shooting cum as deep as they could.
	Well, before the summer was over, every boy in my bunkhouse had
found out about the extra curricular pursuits we had been practicing in the
boathouse.  By mid summer, we were all in on the fun, and it slowly spread
to every other bunkhouse.  Near the end of summer, I got a note from
Mr. Jakes, asking me to come to his quarters to see him.  He lived alone in
the rooms next to the kitchen, and mess hall.  I wondered what he wanted,
and dreaded the meeting.  I finally screwed up my nerve to go down to his
rooms, and knock on his door.
	"Yes?"  I identified myself, and he asked me to come in.  When I
opened the door, he was sitting behind his big desk, with a fly swatter in
his hand, and a small electric fan whirring away on his face.  He had the
only electricity in the camp except for the kitchen.
	"It's come to my attention that you have instituted some
interesting nighttime activities."  I swallowed hard, wondering who had
snitched.  I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
	"How many boys have you corrupted this summer?"
	"None...Sir...They all did it of their own accord."
	"Is that so?"  He swished the flyswatter a time or two at invisible
flies.  "Do you think you should be punished for your um...sexual
activities?"
	"No...Sir."
	"Well, seeing how it has become a camp wide activity, I don't
really see how we can draw attention to it and ourselves in the process.  I
only have one regret."
	"What's that sir," I breathed easier, realizing he wasn't going to
do anything to me.
	"That I found out about it so late."
	"Would you have stopped it and prosecuted us sir?"
	"Perhaps not."  He stood up, he was naked from the waist down, and
his large thick glans was drooling cocksnot.  "I don't suppose you could
find the time to take care of my little problem here can you?"  I stumbled
around his desk, and he sat back down in his chair.  I swallowed his shaft,
thankful he was not going to prosecute me, and began sucking.  My eyes
roamed up his body, and as he stroked my sucking head with his flyswatter,
my eye caught a movement in the window.  Jerold and Todd were standing
there watching me blow Mr. Jakes, the grins on their faces told me where
he'd heard about my night work.
	Mr. Jakes has asked me to return as a counselor next summer.  He
insists that he will make me the head man, and wants me to begin feeling
out the new students as early as possible, because he wants to be able to
participate in next summer's fun and games.
	Todd told me that Jerold had sucked Mr. Jakes off one day in his
office after he'd gone there to take a telephone call from his mother.
Mr. Jakes had sat through the entire conversation, while Jerold played with
his cock pretending Mr. Jakes wasn't in the room.  When he hung up, he said
Mr. Jakes was practically panting, and sucked Jerold first, and then made
Jerold suck him.  They had both been fucked by Mr. Jakes several times
since that first day.
	I guess there won't be anymore fire and brimstone sermons for the
new hands at the camp.  Cocks and asscunts are the order of the day.