Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 11:49:54 -0700
From: Adrian
Subject: Sports Camp Strip Poker - Part 3

So there we all were, me sucking cock, and little Blair fucking Joel's ass
real good.  I was getting into it all, and felt that Mike would cum real
soon, when the worst possible thing happened.  The door opened.  I looked
up and saw Gary, the floor supervisor, standing there with hands on his
hips and mouth hanging open.  Just then, Mike's dick erupted, his cum
hitting me on my cheek, over and over again.

Gary just stood there as Blair, oblivious to the new spectator, rammed one
last time into Joel, saying, "Ohhh! I'm shooting again.  This feels so
good."

Finally, after several awkward seconds, Gary cleared his throat and said
with a tone of authority, "Okay, you guys, everyone on your feet... now."

I was terrified and my mind was racing.  Someone just caught me sucking
another guys dink.  What's gonna happen to me?  I absent mindedly wiped off
my face, realizing that it was dripping fresh cum that had so recently been
launched from Mike's cock.  We all stood there, all naked and very soft
(terror and hardons don't mix well!)  Soon, Joel moved past me and stood in
front of Gary.

"Hey, Gary, I can explain everything."

He sounded confident, but I could see his ass quiver, and a dribble
of... well, I don't know what to call it... brownish white gooey stuff,
crawled down the inside of his leg from his ass.  I realized it was Blair's
boy cum.


I was having a great time.  I had waited the entire camp for the
opportunity to mess around with my three young roomies.  They were all
cute, and they all idolized my body.  I could tell that from how they
stared at me every chance they got.  Not that it is surprising, considering
that I am tall, blonde, and sport a dick that's nearly 8 inches long.

And that night was great fun.  First, strip poker and then the chance to
shave Blair's pube patch.  Wow, he was just adorable!  And then, before I
knew it, I was on my hands and knees, with this hairless, teenie-bopper
fucking my ass.  He was certainly a fast learner.

I felt Blair shoot his load into me, but then there is a new voice - Gary's
- saying, "Okay, you guys, everyone on your feet!"  Where the fuck did he
come from?  I didn't hear the door.

I felt Blair's stiffy, which was still in my ass, go immediately soft.  He
collapsed onto my back and I heard him plead, "Oh, please don't let this
happen.  Make it go away. Please, please, please."  I don't know if he was
talking to me or praying, but I knew I had to do my best to help.

We both stood up, and I saw Mike and Marcus(another real hottie with a
cute, uncut dick) standing there.  It looked like cum running down Marcus'
cheek and I wondered how that happened, until I glanced down at Mike's dark
prick, which was wet with spit and cum... Mike was obviously getting a nice
blow job from Marcus.  Too bad the evening had been so rudely interrupted.
I would have loved to get a good blow from Marcus too.

I've gotta admit.  I was scared shitless too.  My family didn't know I was
into guy sex, and this was definitely not the way for them to find out.  I
can just imagine: "I'm sorry to inform you mam that we must send your son
home early from sports camp because he was found engaging in anal
intercourse with a minor."  There was no way I was gonna let that
conversation happen!

I stepped forward, my legs shaking a bit and a knot in my stomach.  I had a
sudden urge to fart - you know like when you have the runs - but when I let
one slip, I felt something dribble down my leg.  Shit!

I said, with as much confidence as I could muster, ""Hey, Gary, I can
explain everything."

He was pretty much speechless, looking us over real good.  I noticed he
spent a bit more time looking at my crotch.  I know that even hanging low,
my dick is real impressive.  Did I see his package grow some?  Hmmmm.

Gary finally looked us in the eyes and said, "Okay, get on those shorts and
meet me in my room. You have 5 minutes. Brandon and I will figure out what
we have to do."  And he turned around and left, shutting the door behind
him.  Brandon was the camp director, about 25 years old.  Gary was his
assistant, a college student about 20 years old I guess.

Once we were alone, I looked at my three friends.  Mike and Marcus looked
really scared, and Blair was, well, pathetic.  He just stood there, tears
welling up in his eyes, and lip quivering.  His hairless crotch just made
him look more like a helpless kid, and my heart broke for him.

"Okay guys," I said, "come here."  We all hugged, arms around each others
in a huddle, and I whispered, "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure this
is all okay.  You understand?" Nobody said anything, but they all nodded.
As we huddled together, we all looked down and could see our four cocks
there.  "I guess these guys really got us in a shit load of trouble
tonight, huh?"  We all giggled at that.  Then, "Okay, get on your shorts,
and let's head to their room."  We all found our underwear, and pulled them
on.  I got a wet washcloth and wiped up the mess running down my leg, wiped
off Blair's belly which was still a bit sticky, and let Marcus clean up his
face properly.  There we were, all marching down the hall to meet our fate.

We got to the door, and paused, looking at each other.  Finally, I reached
forward and knocked quietly.  I heard, "Come in, boys."  It was Brandon's
voice.

Walking into the room, I saw Brandon sitting there, in sweat pants and no
shirt.  I could tell from his jostled sandy blonde hair and his sleepy
eyes, that he had been woken up just moments.  I couldn't help but admire
Brandon's body.  He was 6'2" and well conditioned with a fine dusting of
hair on his chest.  Gary was sitting there too, his dark brown brush cut
and stocky but solid build also catching my attention.  Gary was wearing
shorts and a muscle shirt.


We all marched in and lined up facing the two men.  I was pleased to see my
friends had composed themselves, even Blair.

Brandon started: "I understand you boys were getting into
some... uh... mischief tonight.  Who'd like to start telling me what
happened?"

We all shuffled a bit, then I explained what happened. "Sir, it started
with us playing cards, and then I suggested we play strip poker.  It was
all my fault."

"That's not all, though, is it?" Gary said.

"No sir," I continued.  "Blair lost, so I uhhh, well, I kinda shaved off
his pubic hair."

Brandon, without a smile, said, "Well, that's easy to verify.  Blair,
please remove your shorts."  Blair's eyes grew wide with a combination of
fear and embarrassment.

"Sir?" he asked.

"Let's see if this really happened.  Drop your shorts and show me what they
did to you."

"But, I don't want to be standing here all by myself naked, sir."

"Fine, you all have been in this together tonight, and obviously weren't
shy before, so why don't you all join him."

I slowly pulled down my shorts, revealing my low hanging dick and balls,
and as I looked down the line, I saw all my friends in the same condition.
Blair and Marcus were holding there hands in front of them, trying to hide
a bit, but Mike just stood there.  Brandon stood up and walked down the
line, inspecting us as if he were a drill sergeant.  He stopped at Blair,
and ran his fingers over the smooth pubic patch.

"Yeup," he said. "You guys were up to some mischief all right."  Then he
looked at us, and continued. "Now, I should call all of your parents right
now, wake them out of a sound sleep, and explain that they have to come
immediately to pick you up from camp because you were caught engaging in
sexual acts with other campers."  He paused, looking at all of us.  I heard
Blair begin to whimper, and when I looked over all three looked terrified,
and tears were streaming down Blair's cheeks.  After a long pause, Brandon
continued, "But I really don't want to have to make that call, and I don't
think you want me to either. Right."

All at once, we all started pleading, "No, Brandon, don't call. Please!"

He held up his hand, and looked straight at me. "Joel, did I hear you
correctly?  Are you willing to take responsibility for what happened?"

I quickly nodded my head, "Yes, sir.  It was my idea and I take full
responsibility."

Brandon then looked at the other three.  "Do any of you feel you were
forced to do something you didn't want to do?  Did Joel take advantage of
you?"

This question scared me to death!  What if they said yes?  I could be in
huge trouble.  Maybe even jail!  My mind was racing.

"No, sir." They all said.  There was surprise in there voice, as if the
thought was completely foreign to them.  It was obvious they were telling
the truth.

"The three of you are welcome to go.  Put on your shorts, and leave them
on.  You understand me?  Now get out of here, and I don't want you talking
about this at all to anybody, or I will have to call your homes.
Understand?"  Brandon finished and they all scrambled into their underwear
and out the door.

"Now, as for you, Joel.  You were the oldest in the room and should have
been a role model.  I will hold you responsible.  Are you ready for the
consequences?"  I just looked Brandon in the eye.

"Yes, sir.  I'm willing to do whatever you want."

To be continued...