Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 15:26:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Shy Boy At Summer Camp - Part 2 Shy Boy at Summer Camp - Part 2 - By Bill I was 12 years old; sent away for a 2-week stay at summer camp. The camp was surprisingly lax in letting campers do whatever activity they wanted -- or do nothing at all -- and not keeping track of them during the day. During my first week, pretty much the only thing I did was keep to myself and read the books I had brought. The second half of my stay at camp couldn't have been more different. I found myself at the center of some amazing sessions of boy-sex... playing out my submissive fantasies while satisfying the lust of a group of fellow campers who were members of a secret Sex Club. The boy who initiated me into the world of sex (and brought me into the Club) was Luke -- a handsome and self-confident 12-year- old who was one of the eight boys in my cabin. As my story resumes, my virginity had just come to a stunning end as Luke had me serve him in ways that should have been humiliating... but instead were incredibly arousing and satisfying. Kissing and licking his feet, sucking his cock, rimming his asshole(!), and getting my ass spanked and fucked... this introduction to sexuality jump-started my submissive nature and made me realize, even at that early age, that I found my greatest pleasure in being sexually dominated. As Luke and I came back to the camp property from our encounter deep in the woods, he went off to join his buddies on the basketball court. He didn't come right out and say it, but it was clear he didn't want me tagging along. Being a member of the Sex Club wouldn't help me gain entrance to the "in-crowd". Instead, I went to the waterfront to take out a row boat. Being off by myself in the middle of the lake left me free to let my mind take in all that had happened. Floating around, several hundred yards from anyone else, I could fondle my stiff penis without being observed. And I could reach back to touch the sensitive flesh of my well-fucked anus... a little sore, but ready to be filled and stimulated again by a warm slippery boner. I stayed out over an hour, letting my thoughts flow, rowing back in only when I heard the bell ring to signal lunch time. I sat with my cabin mates, and as usual didn't talk to any of them. Whenever I made eye contact with Luke, sitting at the other end of the table, I got a sly, knowing look from him... and it made my whole body tingle to imagine what might sexual exploits might be in the future. After lunch, I went back to the cabin. After some initial hustle and bustle of campers getting ready to go off to other things, I was alone again. As I lay on my cot, I opened the book I was reading -- "Johnny Tremain", set in Boston during the American Revolution. After a while, my mind began wandering away from narrative, creating kinky and erotic scenarios where none existed in the story. (I imagined 14-year-old Johnny having steamy sex with the other young apprentices... Johnny captured by the Redcoats and taken to the private quarters of a British officer with a taste for boys, to be "interrogated".) My brain swirled with sexual images, as I imagined being fucked again. Not surprisingly, my penis stiffened in my pants and nagged for direct attention. I reached down to rub my erection through my pants as I closed my eyes and drifted along on the stream of pleasurable thoughts. Somewhere along the line, my hand ended up inside my underpants, caressing my gloriously erect penis. Just then, the screen door squeaked. I must have jumped a foot in the air, as I jerked my hand away and sat up, trying to hide the boner that was pushing out my shorts. It was Jimmy, the other shy boy in my cabin... small of stature like me and just as much of an introverted bookworm. But I had learned that he was also in the Sex Club... and that his similarity to me also encompassed being a horny bottom-boy. He walked over to his cot and sat down, not saying anything, looking over at me with a bemused but enigmatic expression. As I stared back at him, unsure what to say, I saw his hands slide from his knees to his crotch, up along his inner thighs. No words... no change of expression... but his fingers began rubbing his penis through the material of his pants. I felt my erection pulsing harder as I watched him rub himself. Then he cocked his head a little to the side in a seductive way, and his tongue-tip emerged from his sensuous mouth to brush across his upper lip. God! He really WAS a sexy little slut, just like Luke had said! "You're gonna be in the Club, huh?" he said in a quite voice. "Luke told me." I was speechless for a few moments, but then smiled back. "Yeah; and you're in the club too, huh?" Jimmy just stood up. Glancing back at the door and then at me, he lowered the front of his khaki shorts to display the crotch of his snowy-white briefs (everyone wore white briefs in 1962), with the outline of a small erect penis outlined by the snug material. Then he pulled down the waistband, flashing his pre-pubescent boner for just a second. Before I could even get a good look, his pants were back up. But a sly smile adorned his cute face. "Wanna go someplace else?" he asked. "OK," I replied, a little amazed by this turn of events, but excited by the prospect. "I know a good place... the storage shed past the dining hall." I nodded. And without another word, we headed out. It took only a few minutes, and it was a good place for the kind of activities that Jimmy obviously had in mind. It was an old wooden building, unlit except for light streaming in from knot-holes and gaps between the rough wall boards. We moved through an unorganized assortment of camp supplies, some new, others well-used. Jimmy led me to the back, next to a stack of old cot mattresses. We stood close together, silent, facing each other. Despite the dimness, I could see him clearly enough once my eyes adjusted. I could hear his breathing, but the sound was almost drown out by the thumping of my heart. "You ever fool around with your friends back home?" he asked quietly. "Uh... I don't really have any friends back home," I said, honestly revealing my loner status. "And I've never seen another boy's... uh, d-dick before yesterday, when Luke showed me his. But I did a bunch of sex-stuff with Luke this morning." "Tell me about it?" he said. A gentle request; not a command. For some reason the words just spilled out of me, and I told Jimmy everything, describing in detail what Luke and I had done a few hours before ... even the part about rimming Luke's asshole. And as I described the experience of being fucked by Luke's virile 5-inch boner, I was reliving the sensations... the initial discomfort, and then the intense satisfaction. And I related the mind-blowing avalanche of pleasure I had experienced when I masturbated my rigid penis to orgasm for the first time in my life -- even sending forth a small spray of semen. "How about you?" I asked as my thoughts came back to reality. "You done much sex stuff before you came here?" "Yeah," he replied with a grin. "A bunch." He let it go at that, leaving my intense curiosity unsatisfied. But at the next moment he made up of it, as I felt his hand press against my crotch. "Let's get naked!" he said in an excited whisper. "Yeah!" I answered. A narrow shaft of light, slanting in from the side, partially illuminated Jimmy as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head, exposing his slender, immature torso. He saw me staring, and he slowed his stripping, stretching out the time it took to unbuckle his belt, pop the snap, and lower the zipper. He pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them as they fell to his ankles. Now he was wearing just his snug briefs, which almost glowed in the dimness, and his half-hard penis pushed at the material. He started to sway to an unheard song as his hands glided all over his body... his chest, his belly, his thighs and ass... and across the front of his underpants. Gosh! He was so seductive! I was vaguely aware of the concept of "strip tease", from references on TV and in movies, and Jimmy's movements sort of reminded me of that. Jimmy turned around and moved this butt in the same swaying dance, still to the rhythm of unheard music. The sight of his slender round ass stretching out his form-fitting underwear was intoxicating. And when he lowered the waistband to reveal his smooth, pale globes, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. Jimmy's underpants slid all the way down his legs, and he stepped out of them. Completely naked, he slowly turned around, still doing his sexy dance. His little boner was beautiful! Shorter than mine, as long and plump as a man's thumb, and circumcised like mine. Jimmy's balls were in a soft loose sack that didn't hang very low. The way he was touching himself as I stared was like a brazen invitation for me to feel him... to suck him. "Now you strip," he said. I practically fell over in my rush to comply, neither patient nor talented enough to do the sensuous stripping dance like he had. But in a minute, we were face-to-face... completely nude, breathing raggedly. Without being touched, my penis was rigidly hard, and I showed it off as exciting feeling rushed through me. "You look really nice," he said. "You do too," I answered. "Do you wanna..." I was still too shy to completely voice my desire, but I moved a step closer to him. He stepped toward me too, and we were a foot apart. We read each other's mind, as my right hand touched his cock at the same moment his right hand touched mine. Oh, man! His penis was so warm and stiff... so sexy. And his fingers, gliding along my shaft and fondling my balls, felt exquisite! We were so much alike... in height and build; in temperament; in the appearance of our straining boy-cocks; and in our eagerness to please each other and be pleasured in return. We both made happy little gasps and moans of boy-lust as we began masturbating each other, all alone in our secret hiding place. Jimmy brought his left hand to my skinny chest, sliding along my skin, toying with my nipples in his fingertips. I looked down and saw the tiny nubs standing out hard in their dime-size circles of tan skin. I had noticed my nipples get like that from being cold, but never before from a pleasurable touch. Then his free hand moved up along my shoulder to my neck. His fingers tickled the short hair on the back of my head. He brought his mouth close to my face, as if ready to whisper a secret. But instead, his lips brushed my cheek... a gentle kiss. Then he retreated a bit, looking into my eyes to gauge my reaction. It must have been plain that I liked it, because his face lit up in a big smile, and he kissed my cheek again and hugged me, releasing his grip on my cock. I let go of his too, and we held each other in an increasingly fierce embrace, our boners rubbing together urgently as our bodies undulated against each other. The feel of his soft cheek against mine was so wonderful that I thought my heart would burst. Then I wondered if he might kiss me again... on my lips. I'd never done it before -- never even considered it -- having been brainwashed to "know" that boys can never kiss each other. But now I wanted it; I wanted this forbidden "queer" thing so badly! Ah, but I was too shy to take the initiative. My mind didn't dwell long on wanting to be kissed... not with all the other wonderful things that were happening. The waves of warm pleasure kept flowing through my entire body as we hugged. Jimmy guided us both down onto the musty mattresses, and I was totally compliant in taking his direction. We lay in each other's arms, our boners sword-fighting like crazy, as we rolled one atop the other, changing top and bottom positions like wrestlers in a competition. As I was laying on my back with Jimmy straddling my body, grinding his boy-cock into mine, he paused for a moment with a sly look on his face. "Luke said you like kinky stuff," he said, matter-of-factly, as his boner nudged against me. "Kinky?" I asked, unfamiliar with the word. "You know... getting spanked; pretending you're a slave... that's what Luke told me." "Oh; yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he knew. "I guess that's kinda weird, huh?" "No; it's cool. I have kinky fantasies too." "Really?" Gosh! Maybe I'd found a soulmate. "Like what?" "Well, I guess I should start at the beginning and tell you about my brother." Jimmy proceeded to relate his story -- about his brother, 4 years older than he, with whom he shared a bedroom and to whom he seemed utterly devoted. He told me how, ever since he could remember, he would often end up in his brother's bed, whether scared by a bad dream or by thunder, seeking warmth in the winter, or just wanting to snuggle... how brotherly hugs and innocent kisses and caresses had gradually evolved to more intimate play... "penis play" they had called it. How pajamas were routinely shed for the games of rubbing naked boy-bodies together... how the onset of his brother's puberty, three years ago, had led them into a whole new realm of bedtime fun. By the age of 11, Jimmy had become well-accustomed to masturbating his brother to a spurting orgasm, sucking his cock, and being fucked. And Jimmy seemed unashamed that his brother invited friends to join in the fun... having group action in which Jimmy's mouth and ass were the center of attention. In fact, he seemed to love it! "I really like it when I'm sucking one guy while another is fucking me," he said. "And I have fantasies about that kind of stuff all the time." His face brightened up even more when he told me: "My brother is on the varsity lacrosse team at his high school, and one time after school I was watching him practice, and he let me come back to the locker room afterwards. I saw all the teenage athletes walking around in jock strap and getting naked to go into the showers. So anyway, I have these fantasies about going into the showers with them, and... you know, 'doing' them all. Having 25 guys cum in my mouth or my ass, or jacking off all over my naked body as I kneel in front of them. It gets me so horny thinking about it!" "Oh, man!" I sighed, feeling his excitement. "So tell me about your fantasies, OK?" he asked. I told him about the books I'd read on slavery in ancient Greece and Rome, and in the medieval Islamic world... about imagining myself as a naked boy-slave being sold at auction or serving a master in a grand palace, required to remain nude all the time; about the Barbary Pirates of North Africa and enslaved cabin boys from American or European ships; about slaves having to wear collars around their neck... metal ones to which a chain would be attached or more symbolic leather ones, like a dog collar; and, yes, about getting spanked or whipped while courtiers of the palace watched and laughed at my fate. "That's so neat!" he said. "I can think of some guys in the Club who will want to be your master. Maybe I could be a slave too! Would my belt work as a slave-collar? Wanna try it?" "Yeah!" I happily replied. This was great having him share my fantasies. He went over to his pants, in a pile on the floor, and pulled the inch-and-a-half wide belt out of the loops. Slipping it around his neck and guiding it through the buckle, he wrapped it around again and tucked in the tail. "Now I'm a slave!" he crowed joyfully. "Tell me what to do!" "OK," I said as I stood up. I thought about what I had done with Luke that morning, and about my fantasies over the past year or so. "Bow down to me, slave," I said in a haughty voice. "Kiss your master's feet." He obeyed without hesitation. "Now suck my toes." Jimmy pursued the role-playing game with enthusiasm, apparently feeling the same excitement I always attached to my submissive fantasies. For me, playing the role of the master wasn't at all difficult, because I had imagined such a character giving me orders so many times. And the feeling of his lips and tongue, sucking and licking at my toes, one at a time, was extraordinary! "Now suck my cock, slave. And it better be good, or I'll spank your worthless ass." He looked up at me with a big smile on his face. Now Jimmy was in his element. He told me later that he had sucked his brother's dick hundreds of times over the past few years, and sucked off his brother's friends many dozens of times. WOW! What an incredible feeling! His warm wet mouth descended on my 4-inch erection with an urgent hunger. He dispensed with subtle preliminaries and went straight to the task of imparting intense stimulation to my straining cock. It felt so awesome the way his lips and tongue aggressively worked along my entire boner, racing up and down the whole shaft, time after time, taking it all to the hilt. Then he started concentrating on just the glans, licking and sucking so thoroughly that I was practically jumping out of my skin from total sensory overload. I actually had to make him stop, because it felt so intense. I gently pushed his head away from my over-stimulated penis. "Stand up, slave, and put your hands behind your head. I need to give you a good examination to see if I want to buy you." Jimmy stood before me, his face flushed with excitement, and I ran my hands all over his body, concentrating (of course) on his stiff boy-cock and immature balls. "Now get on your hands and knees on the mattress," I ordered. He faced away from me and got down on his forearms and knees, raising his ass up for my inspection. His white, skinny bottom was so cute! And the puckered pink hole flexed open as my fingertip brushed against the tender flesh. My finger probed into the hole, and Jimmy pushed his butt back against it. Oh, man! This was so taboo... so exciting! Hmmm... I wondered if I'd fuck him sometime, as Luke had done to me earlier. But I had a higher priority for our slave-play. "Want me to spank you?" I asked. "Uh... I guess I'll try it," he said cautiously. I brought my hand back and smacked his ass cheek sharply, like I would want to receive. "Ouch!" he yelped; but he didn't tell me to stop. I slapped his ass again... and a third time... a fourth. "That's enough!" he said abruptly. "I think maybe I don't want to do that after all.... Do you wanna be the slave now?" "Sure!" I said. Jimmy took the belt off his neck and secured it around mine in the same fashion. "So what should I make you do?" "Whatever you want," I said. He got right to the point. "Lick my bottom hole!" he said in an excited high-pitched voice. Laying on the mattress on his back, he pulled his legs back to display his anus. The place where my finger had been a few minutes before would now be hosting my tongue. It looked clean enough, and I had already done it to Luke that morning, so it wasn't as much of a leap this time. My hands caressed his smooth, flawless ass cheeks and then spread them apart. Right before my eyes, the pink circle winked open for a second. "Lick it, slave!" he said with a giggle. "Shove your tongue into my asshole!" Oh God; YES! I lowered my face into the cleft of his ass, extended my tongue-tip straight at the taboo flesh, and pushed into the circle of muscle as it flexed open. At first I bobbed my head so that my tongue was actually fucking the hole... then pressed my mouth close as I moved my tongue all around, grinding it into his trembling hole. My nose nuzzled Jimmy's ball-sack, and as I inhaled the light musk of his boy-scent, my tongue tasted the earthiness of his anal passage. Jimmy's moans of pleasure echoed in my ears, prompting me to give him an even more vigorous tongue assault. Twisting my head from side to side, extending my tongue farther, burrowing deeper, feeling the flexing and spasming muscles of Jimmy's buttocks... this act which should have been degrading for me was actually a hugely enjoyable and stimulating treat. I had been doing it non-stop for several minutes when my tongue just plain got worn out. As I paused, Jimmy's hands came on either side of my head and guided me to his balls. "Suck them," he murmured. I licked the silky soft skin and took one of the nuggets between my lips, tonguing it and then sucking it into my mouth. My lips and tongue explored the plump marble, then I sucked in both. "Yeah... nice!" he sighed. As the pre-pubescent nuts rolled around on my tongue, my eyes were fixed on the beautiful boy-cock that was standing up in rigid erection. I wanted so much to take it into my mouth. And finally, Jimmy gave me my wish. "Blow me, slave! Suck my boner!" he commanded. I devoured the delightful 3-inch rod of warm flesh, sliding my lips down the entire shaft in an instant. It fit my mouth so much easier than taking Luke's considerably-larger cock. As Jimmy squealed with pleasure, I made every effort to give him as good a suck as he had given me. His boyish stiffy felt so good in my mouth... so perfect... that I felt I could worship it with my lips and tongue forever. Remembering how I had scraped Luke's cock with my teeth, I was careful not to let it happen with Jimmy, and I think I succeeded. I served him with a single-minded dedication, running my mouth hungrily up and down the plump little shaft... tonguing the slender cock-head... tickling the tiny piss-slit... all the while moving my hands around his ass cheeks, his bottom-hole, and his adorable ball-sack. Jimmy's hands rested on my head as I sucked, stroking my short hair. Gradually, his hands began to subtly choreograph my movements, letting me know when to lick at his glans, and when to move my lips up and down the shaft. And then his hips began to move... just little nudges at first, then increasingly forceful thrusts of his hips. He was REALLY liking it! It wasn't long before Jimmy started "getting the feeling", and he vocalized his pleasure with coos and moans and whines in his high boy-voice. This encouraged me to re-double the intensity of my oral attentions, anxious for him to have a great orgasm. And sure enough, my efforts were successful. "Oh! Oh! Oh!... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!... Keep going! Oh, yes! Suck me! Oh! OH! OHHHHH!!!" His body went totally rigid and he stopped breathing, as his boy-boner pulsed spasmodically against my tongue and lips. No semen emerged, but he had a killer orgasm nonetheless. He pushed my head off his penis and gasped for breath, and I watched up-close as the purple-red erection visibly throbbed. Then to my surprise, Jimmy pushed my head back down. "Do it more!" he pleaded in a needy voice. "Give me another cum!" Well... sure! I went at it again, resuming the full-tilt stimulation that had gotten him off the first time. Jimmy's lithe body was squirming all around now... he was already at a level of intense arousal, and he wasn't far from peaking again. My jaw and tongue were getting tired and cramped, but I kept going at the same break-neck pace. And in a couple more minutes, I was rewarded by his pleasure noises again. "Ah! Ah! AH! AHH!! AGHHH!!!" His ecstasy seemed absolute as his cries of pleasure echoed through the shed. I rolled over onto the mattress, as exhausted as Jimmy seemed to be. So I could hardly believe my ears when I heard: "Could you give me just one more? Please?!" "Can't do it!" I pleaded. "I'm worn out." "OK. I understand," he said. "I guess I was getting a little greedy... but you were fantastic! Thanks!" He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Can you keep getting the feeling like that if someone keeps sucking you?" I asked. I was still so naive about sexuality. "My brother has been sucking me for a long time... as long as I've been sucking him... and he's really good at giving me three or four in a row. One time he even did seven in a row... at least that's what he says. I wasn't counting." "Wow!" was all I could say. "But I won't be able to do that for long, 'cause it doesn't work anymore once you grow up enough that the white stuff squirts out when you cum. You said you can shoot cum, right?" I nodded. Later, I would contemplate how I had missed out on a special sexual treat, sequential pre-pubescent orgasms, having discovered sex just as me puberty arrived. We got dressed and exited the shed, after peeping out first to be sure we weren't noticed. As we walked through the camp, Luke spotted us and intersected our path, pulling us aside before we got to our cabin. "Hey! I've been looking all over for you!" he said in a voice lowered to a near-whisper. "I was talking to some of the other guys in the Club, and they want to get together with both of you this afternoon. Wanna fool around? It'll be me and Tommy Ballantine and Bart Winston and Jack Moore." The names meant nothing to me... none of them were in my cabin. But Jimmy certainly seemed to be interested. "Yeah; definitely!" he said. "You're comin' too, Billy... right?" "Well... sure!" Then Jimmy leaned close to Luke, stood on tip-toes, and whispered something in the taller boy's ear. They both looked over at me, Luke whispered something back, and Jimmy whispered something more. "What?" I asked. "Oh, just giving Luke some ideas to make the fooling-around session more fun," said Jimmy. Then turning back to Luke, he asked, "When are we gonna do it, and where?" "The other guys have already headed up to the campfire spot back past the tennis court. You two go on up now, and I'll join you when I get that stuff." "What stuff?" I asked, frustrated at being left out of some secret. "You'll see," said Luke. Jimmy and I didn't stop at the cabin, but went straight to the trail that led away from camp property. On the way, he told me about the three members of the Sex Club we'd be meeting there. Tommy and Jack were 13-year-olds. Bart was 14. Jimmy described each one, focusing on their bodies (all were well-built athletic boys) and their sexual appetites (all seemed to be sexually dominant "alpha males"). He gleefully assessed the size of their cocks, amount of pubic hair, and (an important element for Jimmy) whether they were good at fucking... atop Jimmy, that is. It was clear that he thought the oldest boy -- Bart -- was the prime stud of the three. "So are they nice guys?" I asked. "Yeah; they're OK. They're kinda rowdy and like to have fun, but they aren't mean or anything. Sometimes they...." He hesitated for a moment, and apparently decided not to say what he was thinking. "No; they're OK guys... and I think they're REALLY sexy." As we came to the clearing, Jimmy held his finger to his lips to keep me from talking and we walked slowly and quietly. Up ahead we saw three figures standing together in a loose circle. They all had their pants at their knees, slowly stroking their hard cocks! Jimmy whispered to me who was who. I vaguely recognized them all. Wow! Jimmy wasn't kidding about Bart... his boner must have been 7 inches! Jimmy and I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the older boys jacking off 40 feet away, as we whispered and giggled between ourselves. We were noticed after a minute or two, and the two 13-year-olds quickly pulled up their pants as we approached. Bart, however, kept stroking his whopper... no doubt noticing that Jimmy and I couldn't keep our eyes off it. "Where's Luke?" said Tommy. "He said he was coming when he found you two faggots." Hmmm... "faggots". That didn't sound too friendly to me! "He'll be here in a minute," said Jimmy. "I guess you already know that Billy here is in the Club." "Yeah; Luke told us all about him," said Jack. Let's do the initiation right now. We don't need to wait for Luke... he already got it on with the new kid this morning." Initiation? "Yeah! Let's strip him!" All of a sudden, all three older boys were on top of me, wrestling me to the ground, pulling off my clothing. My automatic reaction was to struggle against them, which only made them more enthusiastic. Part of me LOVED what was happening, but that part of my brain was overwhelmed by the instinctive impulse to resist. As I lay pinned on my back, Bart was at my head, holding down my elbows in his strong hands. The other two had a leg each, and were yanking down my elastic-waist shorts and white underpants. I looked at Jimmy for help, but he just stood there, looking on, a smile on his face! It all happened so fast! My shorts and briefs were off in moments, and my tee-shirt was pulled over my head soon after, as I thrashed around helplessly, my barely-pubescent penis flopping around from side to side. Then their hands went to my dick and balls, feeling me up, making my penis stiffen to a boner despite my resistance. "Jimmy... strip and get on top of him," said Bart. "Hump him." I looked again at Jimmy. What was this all about? Instead of doing anything to help, he was taking off his clothes... stripping nude! As I lay there, spread-eagled, Jimmy kicked his underpants off to the side and knelt between my legs. "It's just a game, Billy," he murmured to me. "Relax!" Then his small, slender body slithered on top of mine, caressing me with his hands, pushing his crotch against mine... just like we were doing in the shed. I stopped struggling, though the big- boys didn't relax their grips. "That's it," he whispered in my ear. "It's just the initiation into the Club. Besides, isn't this the kind of thing that gets you horny?" In an instant, I knew he was right. It was so weird... I went from struggling and scared to being submissive in the blink of an eye. The other boys were making crude remarks about Jimmy and me... calling us faggots... saying that we were boyfriends and should kiss each other... that we should "69" -- a term which was unknown to me. In spite of the humiliating comments, the feeling of Jimmy's naked body on mine was making me totally aroused. And then it happened... Jimmy's mouth pressed against mine... and I pressed back. We were kissing. The groans and cat-calls of the teenagers blurred into background noise as Jimmy's soft, full lips parted and his tongue slipped through. Oh, God! My tongue met his... cautiously at first, then with increasing hunger. The boys' hands released my arms and legs, and I folded them around Jimmy's lithe young body. We were making out! French kissing! Just like teenage lovers in the park near my house or movie stars on the big screen. Jimmy was teaching me how to kiss, without having to say a word... using the extraordinary instruction of his lips and tongue. That, combined with the stimulation of our erections grinding together, was making me feel incredible! When Jimmy finally raised his mouth away from mine, I felt slightly shell-shocked. Then the voices of the boys standing above us intruded on my consciousness again. "Suck each other! Let's see you two fag-boys doing 69!" Jimmy whispered in my ear, "Just follow what I do." And then he flipped his body around so his crotch was above my face, and his mouth was nuzzling my rigid boner. As Jimmy's lips enveloped my cock, I cupped my hands around his ass cheeks and drew his stiff penis down to my waiting mouth. Jimmy rolled us over onto our sides, and we settled into comfortable positions, snuggled together, going to town sucking each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the other boys. They were opening their pants, pulling out their cocks, and stroking themselves as they stood above us. This was so incredible! Teenagers masturbating their nearly-mature boners while they watched me and Jimmy sucking each other. Then one of the boys said, "Hey; here comes Luke! Wonder what he's got in that knapsack?" Jimmy and I scrambled to our feet, our stiffies all red and glazed with each other's saliva. "You got started without me!" said my handsome cabin mate in a mock-angry voice. "I brought some stuff that'll liven up our session." He reached into the canvass knapsack. "Recognize this?" "Is that Rex's collar?" asked Jack. "You guessed it," said Luke. Rex was the camp director's German Shepherd dog. "Old Rex didn't mind a bit when I took it off him. And now it's going on our little friend Billy here. Like I was telling you guys, Billy gets off on being a slave; and slaves are supposed to wear a collar." He held it out to me. "So put it on, slave." I was filled with an amazing swirl of emotions. But the shame and embarrassment I was feeling was being overwhelmed by the incredible lust coursing through me. I reached for the dog collar and fumbled a little trying to secure it without being able to see. Jimmy helped me out, finishing the job of turning me into an authentic-looking slave. I was completely naked, but except for the metal-studded brown leather collar. "And of course, if you have a collar..." said Luke, as he reached into the pack and pulled out a 6-foot leather leash. It had a spring-latch on the end, which Luke hooked onto a metal ring on the collar. "Since I brought the slave stuff, I claim first dibs at being the master." And he pulled on the leash, making me move closer to him. Luke looked me up and down, appearing pleased by the symbols of submission that I now wore. "First thing, slave, you're gonna be my dog. Get down and walk around on your hands and feet." I felt a rush of excitement. I got down on my hands and knees, but Luke said "No; not on your knees... hands and feet." I raised my rear end up in the air. Luke gave a tug on the leash, and I awkwardly moved forward on all fours. "Faster!" he ordered, and gave my bottom a slap with the end of the leash that he held. I obeyed instantly, trotting around in a circle like a hunchback pony. "Now go over to that tree," he said. When I did, he said something that I'll always remember. "Lift your leg and pee against the tree like a dog." All the other boys, Jimmy included, laughed uproariously at Luke's audacity and at my humiliating submissive obedience. I lifted my right leg up and willed my erect penis to allow the pee to flow. But instead of hitting the tree, the first spay of urine hit me square in the face! They all laughed even harder as I mumbled a curse under my breath. At the same time, though, I was licking my lips and tasting my pee for the first time. (It wouldn't be the last time!) "You can use your hand to aim," said Luke, taking mercy on me. I must have looked like ridiculous, crouching down with my weight resting on one hand and one foot, with my other leg raised and my other hand directed my penis to the side, letting loose a stream of piss against the tree. What I didn't expect was for Luke to reach around me and put his hand into the flow, just before I ran dry. Moving around in front of me, he held his hand in front of my face. "Lick it clean, slave," said Luke. The chorus of teenage voices rang in my ears. "Oh, man!" "Ew, gross!" "I bet he won't do it!" This was one of those "perfect convergence" moments for me -- embarrassment and reluctance combined with erotic excitement and submissive thrills. I extended my tongue and lapped at the warm slightly-bitter fluid on his palm. There wasn't that much, and I found myself wanting more. I licked Luke's hand like a real dog would have, and then I waited for my next command. "Got any more stuff in your pack?" asked Bart. "Well, there's this..." said Luke with a grin. He reached in and pulled out a jar of vaseline. "Time for our two bottom-boys to show us what they can do. What say we double up on them for some fucking and sucking?" "I get to fuck Billy," said Bart, as he stroked his man-size prick and reached for the vaseline. I was a little scared of its size, but then my anus tingled as I thought of it being filled with this hot teenage meat. "And I get him for a blow job!" said Tommy, stripping out of his clothes to show off his strong adolescent body. The 13-year-old had a handsome cock, with nice bush of pubic hair. My mouth started watering in anticipation, and I unconciously licked my lips. End of Part 2. Like it? Want more? Write to me at bil_47@yahoo.com - Bill