Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2000 21:16:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Warren Greene Subject: deer-lake-2 After my first night of excitement at Deer Lake Camp for Boys, things settled into a routine: Dan was in charge of my "activities." And by activities, I don't mean things like volleyball and woodshop. Essentially Dan was my pimp--if anyone other than the guys in my cabin wanted me to suck his cock, or to fuck my ass, they went to Dan. They would pay something (sometimes money, sometimes other things) and Dan would tell me where to go and when to be there. I was having a great time: I was becoming the slut I was destined to be. I could worry about falling in love some other time, for now I was strictly interested in sex. And being a whore turned me on like nothing I had ever imagined. Mostly I would service the guys in my cabin, or cabin 12 (next door). Otherwise, there were a few counselors or counselors-in- training who would purchase my services from Dan. One day I was walking to lunch and Dan run up behind me and slapped me on the ass. "Hey, Ricky--I've got a job for you. There are a few counselors--five to be exact--who are in need of some excitement--you are to meet them in the shower house during rest hour. I've arranged for you to be out of our cabin during rest hour--you just need to be waiting for them in the shower house." "OK," I said. "Oh, and one more thing," said Dan, "when they show up, they want you to be standing in the corner, facing the wall, wearing nothing but your jockstrap." And with that he walked into the dining hall. I couldn't really concentrate during lunch since my dick was constantly swelling with thoughts of what was going to be happening to me in less than an hour. I left lunch early so I could run back to the cabin and trade my sweaty briefs for the jockstrap I kept under my pillow. I then went to the shower house and stripped down to just the jock. I suddenly became worried that someone else would come in before the guys I was waiting for. I didn't know how I would possibly explain to someone why I was standing in the corner almost naked, but I had my instructions. I stood facing the wall and waited. After about five minutes, I heard footsteps. Several guys walked in and I heard them lock the door behind them. "This is all we get for our money?" I heard one ask the others. "Well, I say we take it on an extensive test drive and then decide if it's worth the money," said another. The rest of the guys agreed with this and someone walked up behind me and tied a blindfold around my head. The blindfold seemed a bit ridiculous, since I recognized all of their voices anyway, but no one asked me for my opinion. In fact, no one had addressed me at all, it was like I wasn't considered a person. This changed though, as one voice (Scott, swimming counselor) yelled at me "Hey faggot, turn around so we can see the rest of your pathetic body." I followed his instructions and turned around. "Now come here," he barked at me. I walked towards his voice slowly. Someone else thought it would be funny to put his foot out in my path. Since I couldn't see anything I tripped over the foot and fell on my face, on the rubber mat on the floor of the shower house. The guys broke out laughing and one of them put his foot on my ass and shoved me. "Come on slut-boy, we're not paying for you to lie around and nap!" (that was the voice of woodshop counselor, Doug). The rest of them laughed and I felt two of them grab my arms and hoist me into an upright position. "OK faggot-ass punk--get up on the bench on all fours like the miserable dog you are," Scott yelled in my ear. There was a small bench in the shower house and I felt my way to it and dutifully got on all fours. There was a brief pause while the guys argued about who would go first. Arthur, the archery counselor finally won and he walked up behind me. "Get ready for a wild ride," he said to me as he put his hands on my ass. I heard him spit on his hands and rub his cock. Then he eased the mushroom head of his dick into my asshole. I heard the other guys giggle and then, with no warning at all, he rammed the rest of his dick (I was getting better at estimating cock size by the feel of it--his was probably around 8- inches) up my ass. It wasn't lubed very much and I let out a gasp/scream as he proceeded to force his rock-hard cock up my ass. I had been through a lot of rough sex so far that summer, but this was the roughest yet. "Hey you little bitch, you better stop whining," Arthur yelled, as he slapped my ass, "you're the goddamn whore, so don't complain about this shit." And with that he pulled out and then shoved his cock in up to the hilt--I could feel his pubic hair in my ass crack and his rod was rubbing my prostate, making me incredibly horny. He reamed my ass a little more and as he was settling into his rhythm, he began to talk to the other counselors. "Hey guys, they really have stretched out his pussy--he's a pretty good fuck." "Yeah," said Scott, "Well, you'll have to loosen him up a little more so he can take my cock," the other guys laughed again and told Arthur to hurry up. Arthur was increasing his pace and my rectum was burning in pain--it was wonderful, but it also hurt a lot. I was wincing and this made the other guys laugh some more and taunt me. "Fag boy looks like he's enjoying this a lot," said one of the softball coaches, Brian. "Yeah, looks like he's used to being taken for a ride," said Doug. This apparently gave Arthur an idea, and he grabbed the straps of my jock in one hand and started slapping my ass with the other one. "Come on little horsy, giddeup!" He yelled. The other guys thought this was hilarious and some of them began chanting "RO - DEE - OH, RO - DEE - OH" while Arthur was riding my ass like it was a horse. He was fucking me long and hard and my dick was straining so hard against the pouch of my jockstrap that I could feel the cotton digging into the tender head of my penis. After what seemed like an eternity Arthur finally let out a scream and started coming in my ass. I could feel the warm milk enter my gut and when he took his cock out some more cum splashed onto my ass. "There we go boys, he's all yours," Arthur said. Doug was next, and Arthur's cum helped make things smoother, although my ass was sore from the rough treatment I got from Arthur. After Doug had been fucking me for a few minutes Scott spoke up. "Hey, why should we have to wait around while there's an eager young slut mouth waiting to suck our dicks?" Since he came up with the idea he was the first one to walk up to my face. I was gasping from the workout my ass was getting, so my mouth was open anyway. Without warning me Scott just stuck his rock-hard 10-inch cock in my mouth and almost choked me. He was right about his penis--it wasn't especially long but it was the thickest cock that had ever been put into any part of my body. After a few minutes my jaw was already aching from acomodating his schlong--I couldn't see how he would ever fit it up my ass, but my current job was just to suck him off. Scott grabbed my ears and impaled me on his massive cock. His rod was thick and meaty, and he quickly had the head of his dick way down my throat. He enjoyed making me swallow his entire cock and watch me, with my nose burried in his bush of pubic hair, struggling to breathe with my mouth full of cock. Meanwhile Doug was wasting no time in pummeling my ass. I was plugged at both ends with teenage dick and I was loving it. I tried to stroke my own cock but Scott wouldn't allow it. "Hey, you're here to service us, not to give any pleasure to yourself," he said. "Don't you think it's kind of sick that he's enjoying his?" asked Brian to no one in particular. "Yeah," said Arthur, "I mean, it's like he's addicted to cock. He's one sick motherfucker, if you ask me." Doug was really going to town and his sweat was pouring down his body and mixing with mine--dripping down my legs and soaking my jockstrap. Eventually he slowed his pace and I could feel his dick pumping his jism into my ass. "Oh, man, this little slut is a good piece of ass," he told the others, "I think he's worth the money we paid." Meanwhile I could feel the semen bubbling around in Scott's scrotum. Sure enough, he started to moan and I could feel his body pumping his salty white man-juice into my mouth. After the first load, to my surprise he took his cock out of my mouth and held my head in place as he came all over my face. His cum splashed into my hair, and on my cheeks and ran down my face, some of it dripping off of my chin. I felt completely humiliated, but as with the previous occassions my dick was so hard I thought it was going to explode. I didn't have much time to think about my own dick, because I was quickly servicing two more. Brian was fucking my ass and George (swimming counselor) was fucking my face. The two of them quickly developed a rhythm where they would both pull out at the same time and then ram their cocks back into me with amazing force. George's dick was by far the longest I'd tasted at Camp Deer Lake--well over 12-inches, and he was forcing it deeper and deeper down my throat. I was gagging like crazy so George took his meat completely out of my mouth. "Do you not want to suck my cock?" he asked me. He didn't exactly sound happy about my performance, but he certainly wasn't as nasty as most of the other guys had been. Since I was still blindfolded, I couldn't see the expression on his face. From the tone of his voice, I assumed he was being sincere, and it was the perfect opportunity to stop some of the abuse I was being subjected to. But I was loving it too much. "Of course I want to suck it," I gasped in reply. "I want to service your dick and taste your cum." "Really?" George asked. This time I could tell he was just taunting me, but I was so desperate for his cock, I gave him what he wanted. "Yes, I need your cock in my mouth--I'm a slut, just use me for your pleasure." "Are you sure?" he asked. "Oh god yes, I need you to fuck my face, just let me wrap my lips around your meat!" "Man, you are one fucked up little fag," he said with a tone of disgust, "you make me sick. But you do give a decent blow." And with that, he shoved the head of his rock-hard cock against my lips and I kissed it, and licked his shaft. Then sensing he wanted more from me, I moved down his shaft with my tongue and sucked the sweat of his balls. "That's right, slut-boy--suck my ball sac, you dirty whore!" George started yelling. After he was satisfied with my cleaning of his balls, he slid his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. Relaxing as much as I could, I managed to get most of his cock down my throat and he and Brian resumed their rhythm of pounding me from both ends. I was getting tired from the workout. Sweat dripped off of every part of my body and I was getting dizzy from the intense abuse and pain I was experiencing. This only turned me on more and I started to moan through my cock-filled mouth. "Shut up," said Brian. He reached around and slapped my throbbing cock and squeezed my package, which was still restrained by the cotton of my jockstrap. Brian meant for this to hurt, but instead it made my semen surge up and start shooting out though my dick. "Oh man!" said Brian. "He's coming--he's such a sick fuck--he's really enjoying this." It was true, I was so horny that my jism just kept spurting out of my dick and soaking my jock and dripping down onto the bench. The shock waves that my orgasm sent through my body were apparently enough for Brian and George, because they both came at the same time, filling me with their juice from both ends. As I felt Brian's jiz filling up my gut, I was swallowing mouthfulls of George's cum. ******* It turned out that all five guys took a turn fucking my ass, and I sucked most of their cocks. After the last one finished up, I could hear them pulling up their pants and zipping their flies. "Hold on," said Scott. "Look at him--he's fucking disgusting." I couldn't see myself, but I could tell that Scott was right. There was dried cum all over my face and in my hair, and their was other guy's jism leaking out of my ass and running down my leg. "I think we should at least clean him up," said Scott. Then turning his attention to me he barked, "get down on the floor where you belong!" I got down on all fours on the rubber matting of the showerhouse floor and awaited whatever was going to come next. Scott reached down and yanked off the blindfold. Sure enough, I had correctly identified everyone's voice, but I guess they had just blindfolded me to disorient me. Anyway, I looked up and there were five teenage cocks pointed at me. I had a vague idea of what was about to happen, and sure enough they all let loose at once and showered me with piss. Some guys aimed at my head and face, with yellow piss soaking my hair and running down my face. Others aimed at my back and ass. "Open your mouth!" Doug yelled at me. Dutifully, I opened my mouth and let him fill it with his urine. Once he filled my mouth I swallowed the salty drink and opened up again--he repeated this a few times and then they were all done. "Well," said Scott, "I don't think that did much good." He was right, all the piss did was mix with the cum all over my body and make me smell like a toilet in a public bathroom. "Would someone prepare a shower for our slut here." With that Doug went over and turned on the shower head closest to the door. Scott instructed me to stand up and take off my jockstrap. I obeyed and was lead over to the shower. He positioned me facing the stream of hot water. I was so happy to be under the shower that I didn't realize what was happening as Scott raised my arms and proceeded to tie my wrists to the shower head, using my jockstrap as the restraint. He made a tight knot that I couldn't get out of. "Well, the shower should get you somewhat clean," he said, and they all headed for the door. "Wait," I screamed (I was starting to panic). "You can't leave me here--I can't get this knot untied!" "I guess you'll just have to wait for some kind soul to come along." And with that, they left. My panic started to subside as I realized there was no point in worrying, since I was clearly stuck there. I couldn't scrub my body, but I wiggled around and got all the cum off my body and most of it out of my hair. Then I had no choice but to stand under the shower and wait. It could have been quite a while before someone came in to the showerhouse, but luckily the door opened after about a half-an-hour. A little kid (probably 11) walked in and stared at me in surprise. "Um, some friends played a joke on me," I said sheepishly, "could you untie me?" The kid just looked at me and ran off. "Great," I thought. "Now who knows how much longer I'll have to wait." A few minutes later a few older kids (but still younger than me - probably 13 or 14) came in. The little kid had obviously told them about me. They laughed at me and pointed at my semi-hard dick. "What the fuck happened to you?" one of them asked. I repeated my lame line about having a joke played on me, but they clearly weren't buying it. I sensed that some of them wanted to fuck me, or at least make me suck their cocks. But, they seemed nervous, like they didn't want their friends to think they were fags or anything, so they untied me. "I don't know your story, but I don't even want to know it," the ringleader said to me. "You're obviously one fucked up dude." They took my clothes that were piled in the corner, leaving me to walk back to my cabin in just my wet jockstrap. I got quite a few stares, but I had just had some of the best sex in my life, so I didn't really care.