Date: Mon, 15 Feb 1999 14:45:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submissive Camp Counselor (b/b, b/t)

Camp Counselor (b/b, b/t)
by Bill

Disclaimer: This story is fictional.

NOTE: Summer camp... Young boys.... Sexual discovery. Your
conventional homoerotic "camp story", right? Well, maybe at
the beginning. But it gets a bit twisted toward the end, falling
into the sub-genre of erotica in which the adult is dominated and
abused by the boys. Don't worry; nothing gruesome or repulsive,
at least not to those of us who enjoy fictional tales of
adult-youth sexuality.


	Hi. My name is Bill and I'm a 19-year-old college sophomore.
I want to tell you about my job last summer as a counselor at a boys'
camp in up-state New York.  It didn't turn out *at all* like I was
expecting, and the things that happened to me changed forever the
way I see myself. And for that I have a group of young boys to
thank... or blame.

	H*** Bay Camp is kind of a throwback to the traditional
style of summer camps, in that almost all of the kids stay for
two months. That meant that I was stuck in a cabin with the same five
12- and 13-year-olds for the duration, whether I liked them or not.
They were a diverse bunch personality-wise, but all were from white
upper-middle-class families, just like I was. Here's a little about
each one:

	Andy was 12 and the smallest of the group at 4'9". He was
also the cutest, with rather long straight blond hair (the "Hanson"
look), blue eyes, a button nose, and an abundance of friendly
enthusiasm.

	Bobby was the also 12 and hardly bigger than Andy; a
redhead who was always eager to please the counselors and the
bigger campers that he tagged along after.

	Chuck was almost 13 and was definitely starting to
mature. Standing about 5'3", his voice was just starting to break,
and he was rather quiet. I could never seem to engage him in
conversation, and I got the feeling he was "troubled".

	Danny was 13 and stood about 5'5", with slender body
and delicate features that struck me as almost feminine. He was
very personable, but was way too much under the influence of ...

	Tony.  This was a kid who immediately made me feel
uncomfortable He reminded me of the bullies who sometimes
tormented me when I was in middle school. A solid, muscular
13-year-old, standing about 5'7", he had the dark good looks of
his Italian heritage. And he was also physically mature - the only
kid his age at camp who actually SHAVED (though only about
once a week). The other kids all looked up to him, and I have to
admit he was a natural leader. (It must have been genetic - I heard
that his father is a powerful state senator from Long Island.) But
he cultivated the image of a rebel, with no respect for authority,
including my status as his counselor. I also got the feeling that he
knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to control him.
He was right. But when camp started and he was sizing me up, I'm
sure he couldn't have realized how things would turn out.

	In all honesty, I have to tell you that I'm not really a
"camp counselor" type. I have a pretty poor self image, due to the
fact that I'm short (5'7"), I look no older than 15 or 16, and I'm
kind of nerdy-looking besides. But the job paid decent money, and I
didn't have anything else in mind for the summer. Maybe I even
thought I'd feel less geeky around young boys than around my peers.

	Okay, the opportunity to be around boys had *a lot* to do
with it. When I applied for the job, I was thinking a lot about being
around boys - talking to them, listening to their laughter, watching
their innocent fun, and... yes, of seeing their cute bodies when they
swam. Maybe even seeing them naked when they showered or
changed clothes. Yeah, I've had a bit of a fixation on boys, ever
since I was 13 and discovered sex with some neighborhood boys the
same age. I still consider that the happiest time of my life. Our
sex-play back then only lasted for a few months, and I didn't do
anything sexual with a guy after that. And I was shy and
uncomfortable around girls, so I was basically celibate all through
high school and my first year of college. Except for wacking off,
of course; and that's when memories of my "experimentation" at
age 13 kept flooding into my brain. I never considered actually
DOING any sexual things with a boy, but I fantasized like crazy.

	Well, from the very beginning of camp, I got my wish of
seeing the barely pubescent bodies of the boys in my cabin. There
wasn't any privacy in the cabin - just six cots fairly close together
and footlockers underneath for storing your stuff. The campers
had to wear pajamas at night, so I got an eyeful almost every
morning and evening. I was usually careful not to stare, but it
was impossible not to notice the genitals at various stages of
development. Bobby and Danny in particular seemed to have no
modesty at all and took delight in having their nudity seen by the
others. Danny's cot was right next to mine, and there were some
mornings when he would pull off his pajama pants so that only I
could see his morning erection - 5 inches of exquisitely beautiful
uncircumcised cock with wisps of pubic hair. He knew I was
staring, because one time, when my eyes went from his crotch to
his face, he gave me a sly wink. I turned away, blushing, and
vowed I would be more circumspect in the future.

	And then there was the time when little Bobby came back
from swimming and I was alone in the cabin. He was wearing tight
Speedos, and was chattering away to me about something, but my
attention was centered totally on the upward-pointing bulge in his
swim suit. As he stood there shirtless facing me, he peeled down
the suit to show what had caused the bulge - his hairless cock stood
up in a rigid 4 inches, and he rubbed it lightly as he got a pair of
white briefs out of his trunk. I don't know if he was aware of the
effect he had on me, but my mind was inundated with forbidden desires.

	Lights-out time for the boys was 9:00, but counselors usually
hung out together for a few more hours or went into town at night,
turning in around midnight. Since I'm kind of shy, I would usually
just go to the counselor's lounge and read a book. I kept wondering,
however, if the boys back in the cabin were doing any of the sex-play
activities that I had enjoyed at their age. So one night, about three
weeks after camp began, I decided to snoop. I crept through the woods
to the back of my cabin and peeked in the window; what I saw took
my breath away. Three boys were sitting on their bunks, one of them
holding a flashlight. In the center of the cabin were the two others -
Andy and Tony, both nude, both sporting erections, standing a foot
apart stroking each other's cocks. Tony, not surprisingly, had a thick
bush of pubic hair, low-hanging balls, and a sizeable cock - perhaps
5-1/2 inches. Andy - again no surprise - was just barely entering puberty.
His cute hairless body lacked the musculature evident on Tony, and
his erection rose only 3-1/2 inches above a small round ballsack. I was
struck with deja vu; Tony reminded me very much of my neighbor
Doug, and Andy of my neighbor Lee, with whom I had engaged in a
variety of sexual activities 5 or 6 years ago.

	Through the window I couldn't make out the murmured
words, but Tony said something, and Andy looked up into his eyes
and smiled, then sank to his knees in front of the larger boy.
*Oh, God!* Was he really going to do it? Yes. He did! The angelic
little blond boy took the shaft of Tony's rigid cock in his hand,
looked up lovingly at the older boy's face, and then lowered his
mouth onto the flared cockhead. I saw Andy's tongue flick out
teasingly, and then he began moving his lips up and down on the top
two inches of the straining teenage boner. A look of pure lust flashed
across Tony's face as his hands stroked Andy's long hair. My right
hand slid into my shorts to adjust my now-hard cock and stayed there
to undertake my body's increasingly urgent demand to masturbate.
I was not alone; the three boys watching from their bunks each pulled
down their pajama pants and began jacking off. Danny was holding
the flashlight, and its beam danced erratically over the spectacle of
Andy sucking off Tony. Fortunately, a nearly-full moon provided
sufficient illumination for me to see everything happening inside the
cabin.

	How many nights had these activities been happening?
I regretted not discovering this intensely erotic scene earlier, and
was overwhelmed with lust as I joyously stroked at my hard-on.
I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, holding my
balls with my free hand as my gaze shifted from Andy's blow job to
the circle jerk of the watching campers. Andy's head was bobbing
up and down as his small hand stroked Tony's shaft, sliding on a
slippery coating of saliva. The little 12-year-old was good, and Tony
was soon signaling his approaching orgasm with moans and words
of encouragement that I could hear clearly.

	"Yeah Andy! Do it! Suck me, man! Uhh; yeah; uhh; oh
God, yeah! I'm gonna cum! Yeah! Oh, yeah; keep going! Uhhh!
Here it cums! Shit, yeah!!!!" And Tony threw his head back as his
body was wracked by a glorious orgasm, sending pulses of teenage
cum into the open mouth of the youngster kneeling before him.
My own orgasm was only seconds behind Tony's, as I shot my load
onto the side of the cabin, my knees almost too weak to support me.
In quick succession, the other boys reached their climaxes, Chuck
and Danny catching their ejaculations with their hands, Bobby
spasming in the throes of a dry orgasm. As I regained my breath,
I continued to watch as Andy, still on his knees and a trail of cum
dribbling down his chin, began to rub his 3-1/2 inch stiffy with his
thumb and two fingers. He leaned back, sitting on his feet, and
closed his eyes as his hand moved back and forth. All the others
watched as I did, groggy in the afterglow of sexual release, as the
beautiful boy put on a demonstration of pre-pubescent sexuality.
His face contorted with the unmistakable signs of physical pleasure
as his hand moved faster and faster, his body tensing, then
shuddering as he cried out with utter joy. His stiff red penis pulsed
with the sensations of orgasm, but produced not a drop of ejaculation.

	I pulled up my pants and staggered off into woods, drunk
with sexual thoughts. I promised myself that I would be back the
next night, but then remembered - tomorrow I would be leading
the boys on a five-mile hike and a camp-out on a nearby hilltop.
Maybe I would see some activity there, too.

	The hike was easy. All of our gear was transported in the
camp's pickup truck to the spot where we would camp, so the
boys had nothing to carry except canteens of water. I carried a
knapsack with first-aid material. It was a hot day, and all of us
removed our sweaty tee-shirts as we walked. It was a straight
shot on a well-worn trail, so I brought up the rear, rather than
leading; that way no one would get left behind if they were slow.
It also meant that I was watching the boys' asses as they hiked.
All were wearing shorts; some were so tight and short that they
revealed every contour. Since no one could see me, I rubbed my
stiff tool and thought about the night before and anticipated
future opportunities to watch. Sometimes the boys were shouting
boisterously among themselves, but other times they were
exchanging words in low voices so I wouldn't make out all the
words. But I heard enough to tantalize me... "suck"... "tonight"...
"sex"... "cock".

	When we got to the campsite, our equipment was in a
pile and the truck was long gone. The boys grabbed the waterproof
tarps from which they would make  "lean-to" tents, with the high
side tied off on an old fence. I had a small backpacking tent and
set about finding a site that was a distance from where the boys
would sleep (the better to encourage their evening activities).

	As I started to set up the tent, little Andy walked up.

	"Can I help?"

	"Sure. Get that hammer and drive these stakes into the
loops to hold down the corners." He chattered happily as we worked,
and in just a few minutes the work was done and I was spreading
out my sleeping bag inside.

	"I'll give you a back rub if you like" Andy chirped.
"I'm pretty good at it."

	"Sure!" That sounded great after a 5-mile hike, and I
got a little rush of excitement thinking about his hands on my
bare skin.  I lay face-down on the sleeping bag. I was still shirtless
from the hike, and Andy went to work kneading the muscles in
my shoulders and upper back. He really WAS good at this! He
even moved down to massage the calves of my legs.

	"Turn over so I can do the front too" he said in a cheery voice.

	What the heck. I rolled over. Looking down, I was a little
concerned that Andy would notice that my cock was getting
half-hard, but it was pretty well contained in my cut-off jeans.
Andy's hands started on my shoulders, then moved down and
began to play teasingly with the sparse hair on my chest. He
looked me square in the eye, smiling angelicly, and my heart began
to beat faster. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but
of course that was unthinkable. My cock was starting to press
against the front of my jeans. I should have told him "that's enough".
I could have gone off into the woods for a good jack-off, but his
hands felt too good; I couldn't bring myself to ask him to leave.
And besides, we weren't doing anything improper... were we?

	But then his hands moved farther down... and then brushed
lightly against my jeans-covered crotch. I tensed, my breath caught
in my throat, but I said nothing. His fingers slowly undid my belt.
Then the button at my waist. (Why can't I tell him to stop?)
Looking right into my eyes, now smiling more mischievously than
angelically, he slowly pulled down the zipper. (Oh, God! I want
this so badly... but I shouldn't... I can't....) He pulled gently at my
pants and underwear with both hands and slowly peeled them both
down. I even raised my hips to help him take them all the way off.
Part of my brain was saying "Bill; you stupid fool! Stop this!"
But another part, in alliance with my totally aroused body, was
saying "Oh, yesss!"

	Andy began to gently stroke my straining erection in his
small hand. "Oh, Bill; it's so big and handsome!" he cooed. And
then he sealed the terms of my total surrender to his charms.
Kneeling beside me, he pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing
the 3-1/2-inch beauty I had seen last night. My hand lightly caressed
his stiff little erection, felt his tight round ballsack, wandered over
his silky-smooth ass cheek.

	"Can I suck you, Bill? Please?" said the angel, as if he were
a beggar-boy asking for a crust of bread.

	"Oh, Andy! Yes! Please do it!" All reason, all thoughts
about the consequences, were trodden under the onrushing
stampede of my lust. He positioned his body parallel to mine, his
face nuzzling my crotch and his own pre-pubescent erection only
inches from my mouth. The years floated away, and I was 13 again.
The distant memory of a stiff boy-cock in my mouth was vivid as
my lips moved slowly to the little boner that I was fondling with my
hand. Just then, the glorious feeling of Andy's mouth enveloping my
cockhead sent a rush of incredible sensations flowing through my body.
With overwhelming lust and unstoppable desire, my wet lips slid down
the length of Andy's perfect 12-year-old penis. The smoothness, the
warmth, the incredible blend of rigidity and softness... his muffled
moans of pleasure... the sensations that Andy's lips and tongue were
imparting to my straining cock... the combination of feelings was
indescribable! I was in a world of total ecstasy that I never wanted
to leave. My mouth moved all over his penis, eager to elicit the
throbbing pleasures of immature orgasm in this beautiful boy. I felt
my own climax building as Andy mouth and stroking hand worked
their magic. It was like a dream, and then... then...

	The rustling noise of a tent flap opening, followed quickly
by words that brought me from the heights of pleasure to the depths
of terror.

	"My, my, my! What have we here? A pedophile pervert?"
It was Tony! My surprise was so great, I must have levitated six
inches off the ground as I scrambled to get away from the boy with
whom I had been making love only seconds before.

	"And Andy... tsk, tsk... sucking up to the counselor, I see...."

	"Yeah, Tony. You guys were right! He LOVES it!" Andy
giggled. They both laughed as I flailed around struggling to put my
clothes on.

	"Uh, guys..." I searched for words. "Uh, we don't have to
mention this to anyone... right?"

	"Oh, you don't think Mr. Anderson [the camp director] would
be interested in the fact that you were doing a 69 with Andy? Hmmm?"

	Then I said something that I instantly regretted. "Uh, Tony...
I'm sure you don't want me to tell anyone what you boys have been
doing in the cabin after lights-out."

	"So you've been spying on us, huh? You little pervert.
Do you really think you can threaten us?  Do you think if I call
my father, who's chairman of the state senate's Law Enforcement
Committee, and he calls the superintendent of the State Police,
and they send some cops up here.... Do you think they'll be interested
in some little kids checking each other out? Or will they be a bit
more interested in a pedophile college student seducing a 12-year-old?
Come on Andy; let's let our counselor think about this for a while."

	Of course Tony was right. I was dead. In my imagination, I
was hearing prison doors clang shut behind me; my whole life ruined.
Oh, God! If only I hadn't been such a slave to my sexual desire! I sat
in my tent for hours, thoughts swirling through my head, sometimes
shedding helpless tears. Outside it had gotten dark. The happy voices
of the campers off in the distance, which previously would have
brought a smile to my face, now tore at my gut like a knife. Suddenly,
the tent flap opened and two flashlight beams shone in my face,
blinding me.

	"Well, Mr. Pervert Counselor. We've been talking it over and
we have a deal for you. We won't tell what you did with Andy as long
as you do everything we tell you... *everything*... from now til the
end of camp." It was Tony's voice, even though I couldn't see his
face or make out who else was with him. I didn't have to think for
more than a few seconds; of course I accepted.

	"OK;  get out of there and come to the campfire. And bring
your sleeping bag." I meekly did as he instructed. It was now
pitch-dark and the moon was not yet up. I could tell from the voices
and the forms around me that all the boys were there, but the
flashlight beams were still in my eyes, and I stumbled along almost blind,
falling on my face twice. Up ahead, I could see the glow of a campfire.

	"Put the sleeping bag on the ground and spread it out....
OK, Mr. Pervert, now you get to do the things that you've probably
wanted ever since the beginning of camp. First, strip nude. Do a little
strip-tease."

	It was a warm night, but as I shuffled around peeling off my
clothing, I appreciated the additional warmth coming from the fire.
The voices of the boys rang in my ears as a removed my shoes, my
shirt, my pants. "Take it off, dude!" "Let's see your cock!" "We're
gonna have some fun with you!" I was getting aroused! It was finally
sinking in that: (a) I wasn't going to be reported for a sex crime,
and (b) that my "punishment" was to have sex with the boys in my
cabin! As I gyrated to imaginary music, I slowly pulled my briefs
down, showing more and more of my hard penis and my firm ass
until finally I kicked off the underpants and stood naked before five
young boys. Flashlight beams still shone in my eyes, partially blinding
me.

	"Jack it!" came a shout, and I obediently began to stroke
my 5-inch cock. "You don't have a very big boner for a grown-up!"
someone mocked. My face flushed; I had always felt inadequate
about the size of my cock, and now these 12 and 13 year olds were
saying it to my face.

	"On your knees, punk." Tony's voice again, as he pushed
me from behind, just as I was getting into a satisfying masturbation
stroke. "Time for you to get to work. Let's see... who should be
first? Andy, you want the pervert to finish up what he started?"

	"Sure, Tony!" Andy moved to where I was kneeling and
lowered his pants. His 3-1/2 inch dick was already at full erection.
I immediately took it into my mouth and began to pleasure it
worshipfully. If this is what they had in mind, I was looking forward
to an interesting summer. I held onto Andy's slender round ass
cheeks and moved my lips up and down the length of his cock-shaft.
Occasionally, I would take his little ballsack into my mouth and tickle
his marble-sized nuts with my tongue, then return to his cock....
licking and sucking as his body wiggled under my hands and he
moaned with delight. The excitement in his voice rose higher and
higher until, suddenly, his body went stiff and his hands grasped
my head tight to his crotch and his cock pulsed with waves of
pleasure. I was thrilled beyond belief, my own cock rigid with lust.
And then Tony spoke again.

	"Time for a little variety. Chuck; you know what you were
saying about your father? Want to get a little vicarious revenge?"
What was he talking about? (... though I was impressed that he
knew the word "vicarious".)

	"Yeah; my father. If I did anything wrong, it was always
`wait til your father gets home.' And he'd roll in and gulp down
a few scotches and tell me to get up to my room and take down
my pants and get on my hands and knees on the bed. Yeah, I
wouldn't mind some revenge. Give me the belt out of the pervert's
pants. I'll do it just like my father does to me. OK, pervert; put
your head down and raise your ass up."

	I couldn't believe this! Chuck, the quietest of my campers,
was going to whip me with a belt? I hadn't counted on this... but
I had no choice. It was this or prison. Looking over at him, I saw
him remove the thick leather belt from my jeans and double it over,
holding the buckle and the other end in his hand. "Look down, boy;
not at me!" he ordered angrily, clearly imitating his father. Kneeling
naked on the sleeping bag, I lowered my torso and raised my ass,
trembling with the anticipation of blows that could come at any time.

	I hadn't been spanked since I was 8, but the thought was
not without an erotic component. The memory flashed through my
brain as I waited. My mother grabbing my wrist; pulling down my
pants and underpants; holding me across her lap. My futile struggling
as her bare hand stung my ass. And I remembered my mother's
flustered surprise when she let me up off her lap and saw that my
penis was standing up in a stiff little erection. I was spanked again,
but eroticized thoughts of that spanking had filled my pre-adolescent
fantasies. And now those thoughts flooded back. The fear of
impending pain merged in my brain with feelings of sexual arousal.

	"Hold up a second, Chuck. Let's get Danny in here too.
Hey Danny, remember what you said was at the top of your
wish-list?" Tony was acting as master of ceremonies, choreographing
the sexual activities they had discussed before coming to get me.

	"Yeah!" said the slender effeminate 13-year-old, as he
peeled off his pants and undershorts. My lust cranked up a notch
when I saw the 5-inch boy-cock rising from his hairless crotch,
and my mouth began to salivate in anticipation of sucking it.
He lay down in front of me, with his crotch at my face. Then he
pulled his legs back to expose his asshole.

	"Lick it, pervert! Rim my ass out!" he ordered, reveling
in the new power he held over me. I had never licked a guy's ass;
never even imagined doing it. But I knew that I could not refuse.
As I slowly brought the tip of my tongue toward the puckered
circle of pink flesh, there was a faint sound of rushing air, following
immediately by the sharp crack of leather against skin and hot pain
radiating from my ass. My body lurched forward, and my protruding
tongue was pressed firmly against Danny's bottom hole, accompanied
by the laughter of all five boys.  Then another *swack* of the belt
fell on my upraised ass as Danny grabbed a handful of my hair to
hold my mouth in place.

	"Come on. Lick it!"... I obeyed, running my tongue all
around the sensitive anal area. When I felt his hole flex open,
I pushed my tongue inside it aggressively, wondering how many
times Danny had experienced a tongue - or a cock - in his ass.
It was difficult to concentrate on the rim-job when my ass cheeks
were being smacked with my own belt about once every five seconds.
Sensations swirled through my body and my consciousness was
being stretched in ways I'd never experienced. Almost without my
realizing it, my hand reached down to my crotch and began stroking
my cock, feeding direct sexual stimulation into the bizarre swirling
mix of pain, subservience, humiliation, and erotic memory.

	It was probably only 2 minutes, but it seemed like much
longer. Chuck's stinging blows to my ass suddenly ceased as I
continued cork-screwing my tongue into Danny's anus and jacking
myself. But the pain of the belt was quickly replaced with pain of
a different sort, as Tony positioned himself behind me, applied a
coating of spit to his near-adult-sized erection, and pushed into
my rectum. Oblivious to my sudden cry, he drove his cock all the
way into me. At that moment, Danny lowered his legs and pulled
me by the hair into position to suck his dick. I gratefully dove onto
his 5-inch shaft, not only because I wanted to suck him, but also
to shift my mind's attention from Tony's assault on my body.

	I was not an "anal virgin", having been fucked several
times by my older neighbor, Doug, when I was 13. But that had
been slow and gentle, in stark contrast to my current situation.
The thought came to me "I'm being *raped* by Tony". But,
of course, I had consented to anything they wanted to do to me
and would continue to consent whenever Tony or the others
demanded it. I knew that to refuse would bring far more brutal
rapes, by far larger cocks, when I was sent to prison with the
label of "pedophile".

	As Tony pistoned his cock in and out of my body, something
amazing happened. Maybe it was the erotic thrill of sucking Danny's
adolescent erection, maybe the aggregation of all the intense
sensations in my body, maybe the pressure of Tony's cock on my
prostate... whatever it was, I found myself being driven inexorably
to the brink of orgasm. My hand returned to my cock, and I felt
the pre-cum flowing from the slit. I sucked Danny repeatedly to
the hairless base of his dick, deep-throating for the first time in
6 years... and loving it. The feelings emanating from my rectum took
on a glow of erotic pleasure as I opened myself fully to Tony's
driving cock.

	Guttural noises escaped from my cock-filled throat as the
glorious feelings of orgasm flowed through me. Those noises
mixed with the moans of pleasure coming from both Danny and Tony.
We were all being pushed simultaneously to an onrushing climax,
like parts of a single machine. Though my release burst forth first,
it was followed in quick succession by a flood of cum into my
clenching rectum and pulses of semen into my mouth. Unknown
to me, Chuck and Bobby were standing on either side of me, jacking
their cocks above the orgiastic scene. Chuck's ejaculation spurted
onto my back, while Bobby shuttered in dry orgasm.

	I lay there by the fire, dazed but smiling. My jaw was tired,
my ass was inflamed from the whipping it had received, and my
anus and rectum were throbbing. But my cum-dripping cock had
never felt a more intense climax, and my brain was flashing on a
realization - in sexual submission I had found my identity, my
"orientation".

	The night was still young. Later on, I took Chuck's cock
into my now-willing ass as I sucked little Bobby to another dry-cum.
Each of the rest also had my ass or mouth again, there by the
campfire, and I orgasmed twice more serving them.

	The rest of the summer - 5 weeks - brought more of the
same. Days were still fairly "normal", though I was occasionally
pulled aside for a clandestine blow job. But the nights!! I was
truly a sex slave to these five boys, performing every act that they
could dream of, some so degrading and humiliating that you'll have
to use your imagination because I can't bring myself to tell you.
And I loved every moment of it! I spent my entire summer's salary
buying junk food, sodas, and girly magazines for them. I almost
got arrested trying to buy them beer.

	When I returned to college a few months ago, I realized
how totally debauched I had become. Resigned at last to being gay,
I also realized that a normal relationship with a guy was not enough
for me. I craved a demanding and dominant partner, preferably
several at a time. I haven't found suitable guys here on campus, but
sometimes I take the bus up to New York City and visit an S&M
place. That's more like it!, but what I *really* crave is Tony
and his friends.

	I already have my camp counselor application in for next summer.

The End

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