The Canadian Connection - 4 



Family Camp - 2




I should mention here that Filip and Zac had made an agreement at the start of camp that they would trade off staying with me after a few days so that each of them could visit with their friends while at the camp. This was no big deal since it simply meant that Zac would move from his bunk in the dorm. Filip would take his bunk. Zac would move into my room.


Filip had tried to cancel the deal after we had become a couple. Zac had realized that Filip was sleeping in my bunk, and that his remained empty at night. This fascinated Zac. He was now aware that his little brother was playing sex games with me. He couldn’t wait to trade places. Filip had admitted to me that Zac had played games with him too. No anal stuff though. That was gay. And Filip had played games with Andre. So had Zac. Andre claimed to be gay, so he had played games with other boys; even a few men.


Even though Filip had protested that he no longer wanted to trade places with Zac, he was much smaller than Zac. His protests were ignored. He gave in and moved out in the dorm next to Andre. Andre promised to keep him happy. Filip and I hugged each other. Then I told him I hoped to stay another week, and that we would work something out.


The day Zac moved into my room, we stayed up late, chatting with some of the adults with the group. Then we took a shower and headed for bed. We had wore only a towel over our shoulder heading back to our room. When we got there, Zac simply tossed the towel over a rack. He was almost fourteen and had a healthy dick for his age. Like most boys, it was about four inches long, uncut, and his balls had dropped. He had a small bush at the base of his dick, but no hair showing on his balls.


We had both looked each other over openly in the shower. Zac was less shy than Filip. He was openly curious about my cut dick head and even compared his with mine. He seemed impressed with the size and thickness, but had seen men before. I am not huge, just well endowed. The biggest difference between me and other men was that I seemed more interested in his growth than most were. He had seen other men showing erections before, and was aware that some men seemed unusually attracted to boys. Some of them were dads. He had been through the usual curiosity play with buddies, and believed that “boy games” were normal. They were expected to end when boys get old enough to start dating and having sex with girls. This is the normal attitude with nudists. But here at camp boys get to go further than at home. He added smiling sheepishly that boys learn a lot about being good lovers at camp.


Back in the room, Zac climbed in his bunk nude, and turned on his stomach as if going to sleep. I turned off the light and promptly crawled into the bunk with him. I knew he would expect me to make the first move, and it was late.


Zac simply slid over enough to let me in. He did giggle a little, but was not surprised. He turned toward me as I proceeded to check him out and play with his jewels. Like any other teen, his dick instantly rose to the occasion. His curiosity got the best of him and he quietly began feeling me up. When I flipped around and went down on him, he moaned pleased that I had easily took his dick in and was working the foreskin back to lick and bob up and down on his pride and joy. After accepting that he was going to lose his load, he began returning the favor. He was blowing his first circumcised dick. He had no problem with the size, but seemed to enjoy the taste of the open head. There was no foreskin to get in the way. The two of us bobbed up and down on our play toy. Like most teens, Zac didn’t know yet about how to build up an orgasm. He was over enthusiastic about getting off. He took as much length as he could handle and pumped rapidly for results. I had to stop him a few times to explain that it was more fun if you slowed down to play with it. That would allow you to build up to a bigger, better orgasm. When it did come, Zac moaned loudly whispering to me that he had never felt anything like that. After a long nap, we did it again.


Filip and Andre joined us much of the day. Zac took me to a “secret place” on a trail the boys referred to as Lover’s Point”. Although we were wearing tees and shorts, he suggested we get out of them for some fun. Filip had no problem with this. He had done it before with Zac and Andre. Andre was in heaven. He wasted no time blowing not one, but all three of us. Pleased that we were at ease with the fun, he then laid across a tree log he had used before. He waited there as Zac oiled up, then eased into his bottom and showed Filip how to play sex games with Andre. When Zac was done, I took my turn. Andre took my tool easily and bragged that he knew he would get me before camp was over. He watched as I vigorously rocked his body back and forth showing Zac how to change positions or the rhythm occasionally to make your lover want to make the experience last longer. When you can get them to beg for more or maybe get them to push back to meet your thrust, they know they are in for ecstacy. They will not only want more, but they will be back for more. Andre knew very well what I was saying. He moaned and watched as I backed off then thrust in again making sure the boys knew he was loving it. When I finally roughly blew my load deep inside him, both of us were satisfied. He remained over the tree after I backed away smiling and pleased that he had been worked over good. 


The four of us dressed and openly teased each other as we headed back to the activity area. The boys told me that as long as I promised not to mention our play games to the adults in camp, they would invite other friends to join us at the point. Andre explained that it was acceptable for boys to play with boys, but adults were not supposed to be included. There seemed to be some confusion about adults who made love to boys, but some adults considered it better for boys to have sex with boys until they were old enough to become dads. And boys younger than eighteen were not yet ready for marriage.


Apparently the boys were right about other boys using the secret point. When Filip and I sneaked off to play there, we sometimes found another pair playing there. It was not unusual to join up with one or two boys mostly for blow jobs. Sometimes I would find an older boy or staff member who would allow me to screw him. I met a couple of younger boys who were curious enough to allow me to take their cherry. I could not believe my good luck. If a boy was afraid to take my shaft up his butt, Filip would let me do him first to show it was all right. On one occasion, Andre loosened up one boy then stepped aside to let me take his place. The boy was laid on his back so he could watch me enter him. Although I could see he was worried and in pain, he bravely held on because he had seen Filip do it and didn’t want to back off. Andre blew him afterwards. I think the boy would have gladly done it again just to get Andre to blow him again. He claimed he was going to do it until he could “shoot”. (I think he and Filip continued after I left, so he probably gave his first load to either Filip or Andre.)


The other big change came at night after showers. When Zac and I went to my room, Andre would follow. After the lights went out, I would fool around with them. Since Andre would go back to his bed in the dorm, Zac would mount him, then I would. After he left, I would climb in bed with Zac who was all mine once Andre was gone. He did not like to submit to me with Andre there. It was a gay thing. Andre was supposed to be the gay one. Zac was not gay (but he sure loved getting the same shaft Andre loved).


There was not a day that went by that I didn’t get at least one sex game that second week at camp. Most of the time, I was with two boys who were really anxious to have fun. The French sure lived up to their reputation of being good lovers even if they were French Canadians. I was popular with these kids because I was not French and because I was circumcised. They found that fascinating although they sometimes saw others from the States that were circumcised. Those they did see though were not accepted among them, so they didn’t play with them. I was also the only one who accepted sex play as a game. Most French understood that the play was just that. It made them good lovers, but not with boys. They expected to grow out of that. And that was good.


Filip and I probably crossed that line. We became more than friends. We were lovers. We loved making love to each other. Both of us. Andre probably realized that more than anyone. He tried to warn us that we were getting to close. I knew he was right, but Filip didn’t make it easy on me. Whenever he had a chance to be with me, he was there. Whenever we had the time to be alone, he would suggest we sneak off somewhere. And I loved being with him.


When Filip and I spent the night in my room, he would always be the one to lay between my legs and sink his warm red lips down on my shaft. He loved it. He had let me teach him how to bring me maximum pleasure. He knew how to take my dick deep into his mouth and throat. He took pride that he could take all seven inches in without gagging. He also knew how to back off at just the right minute to keep me from cumming to fast. When I would beg him to finish it, he knew it was time. He was good. Better than Andre. And that’s saying a lot. Andre was good.


I always returned the favor. When Filip was done, I would turn him over so I could tease and play with his four inch dicklet. With him, I was easily able to play with both the dick and the balls. He had just started firing off a couple spurts of watery cum, but it tasted great to me and he was really proud that I loved it. He did his best every time to do better than last time. And like most boys he could repeat his stiff over and over. He never got to much attention, but he could not keep shooting. His dick would dry cum, but he never let that stop him. The orgasm was still intense, and he loved the feeling.

Filip would also make arrangements when another boy his age wanted to join us playing games. There were several who just wanted to try it one time. They were usually boys who had not tried sex games at all. They wanted to see if it was fun or not. Filip would tell them they would want more if they tried it. Most of them wold try it with Andre or their best buddy at camp, but a few wanted to go with me and Filip. I’m pretty sure they wanted to see Filip do it first. And I’m sure there was the possibility of curiosity getting the best of them.


We would take them back to the pointe. There, I would encorage them to show me how much they knew or were willing to do. No one was forced to do anything they didn’t want to. Once I got them undressed, I would go down on them. By the time, I got them to orgasm, they were hooked. Most would instintively hump my mouth when they felt the funny feeling coming. Each tried to tell me they “had to pee - bad!” I would hold on to their stiff little dicklets until they would squeal happily that it tickled or that they felt really funny. All of them did it again. All of them were fascinated when I shot off to show them what that was like. And all of them were willing to return the favor by licking, tasting, or sucking on my dick although they were not so anxious to take or swallow my load. Anal sex was not offered the first time since that would turn them off. And surprisingly, all of them readily agreed this game was our secret. While I’m sure they discussed it among themselves, it was not discussed with adults.


But all good things must come to an end. Just when I thought I could do this forever, the second week was over. I packed my stuff to go to the airport for my flight home really sad. I gave hugs to most all the boys I had grown to love. Zac had chosen to avoid me since he did not like the mushy stuff. Andre could not hide the tears. He had helped me with the other boys. He loved being accepted this year as a gay boy who liked doing stuff with all the boys. He knew he would see them after camp at school. Mostly, he regretted knowing I was not going to be around any more.


But worse yet was saying goodbye to Filip. His sudden popularity among the boys had been because he was my camp aide. It had given him popularity he had never had. I had also made him feel more grown up by treating him special. He had matured by learning about sex. Like Zac, he didn’t plan to be gay. He knew he would date girls one day, but until then, he wanted me to be there for him. I tried to explain that he would find other boys to play with. That didn’t keep him from hugging me with tears flowing as I left. I know his dad must have guessed Filip had learned a lot at camp. Still, Rene asked when I could return. We agreed to keep in touch. I had hoped to return, but knew there were other programs planned in the near future. I would take part in many return trips to Canada, but not to see Rene or Filip.