Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 06:23:57 +0000 From: Spokes --------- Subject: "Sports Bonding Camp part 1" Story codes: M/b, incest, sport fetish, exhib, initiation The usual disclaimers apply. Constructive criticism always welcome. Dedicated to Steve and Simon, my partners in perversion. And many thanks to TS, my newly found editor. ___________________________________________________________________________ Sports Bonding Camp Dan followed his father into the little cabin. It smelled a bit dusty and used, but it looked all right. His father put his bag on a set of bunk beds and sat down. Dan leaned against a low wooden able and looked around. The cabin was sparsely furnished. There were two sets of bunk beds, on either side of the room. One of these beds was occupied; bags with a lot of used football uniforms and pads were sprawled over it. Apart from the beds and the small table with four chairs there was nothing else. "Well son," he heard his father say, "Here we are. Shall we make ourselves comfortable?" Dan stood up and threw his bag on the empty upper bunk. The mattress felt hard. Dan felt nervous. Maybe it was still because he was alone with his father, maybe because they were far away from home and maybe even because that they had to share the little cabin with two complete strangers. He felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, his father came up to him and put an arm around his shoulder and pressed his big body into his son's. "Come on Dan, everything will be all right. We are here to enjoy ourselves. Just relax, okay?" And his father ruffled his hair. "Sure." Dan said and tried to smile. "Okay then, buddy. Let's unpack and change into our uniforms." "Why?" "We'd better change into our wrestling singlets now. To get the feel of things, you see? Besides, everyone wears their uniforms all the time up here, even when they're not in training. That's the nice thing about this camp," his father added more to himself. "Whatever." sighed Dan and took his red and silver singlet from his bag. He wasn't sure if he dared wear it. He didn't like the idea of being in it while hanging out with his dad-not too mention all the strangers at the camp. Of course, during practice or matches it was no problem. But here. with all these strangers. Dan felt very conscious about his growing body. Meanwhile, his dad had undressed and Dan didn't dare watch. He heard that his Dad was having difficulties getting into his singlet. Dan smiled. Maybe his old man had forgotten to check if he still would fit into it. "Shit." his father muttered. "Dan, be a good boy and help me with this, will you?" "Sure dad, what's the problem?" "My straps are all twisted. help me get them right, please" Dan looked at his dad. His big and hairy body was nearly bursting out of the low-cut green singlet. Not that his dad looked fat in it-- his father was just very muscular and the singlet's spandex was stretched to the max. Dan walked behind his dad and gave him a hand with the straps. "Thanks, son." His dad smiled. Dan shrugged and continued to undress. As he was standing in nothing but his jock and was about to step into his singlet, he realized there was something weird about his father's gear. Or the way it looked. He turned around and asked "Dad. why.why aren't you wearing a jock?" His father chuckled. "So you have noticed, son? You see I don't like wearing them. I like to let everything hang loose. Don't like to get all tangled up. That's why, buddy" Dan looked down at his feet and he felt himself starting to blush. His father never used to be so open and relaxed about things. "Come on pal, no need to be embarrassed. We're all men here, okay?" His dad threw him a playful punch. Dan suddenly smiled and gave his dad a smack on his chin. "Whoa! You little shit!" His father lifted him up and wanted to throw him on one of the beds. As Dan fought and struggled not to get pinned that easily, a deep voice suddenly said: "Well, well. we've got new roomies. And they're wrestlers. You think they'd fit in with us stupid football players, son?" Dan and his Dad looked up. A huge red haired man and a smaller equally fiery haired guy were standing at the threshold. Apparently they were father and son. Both were dressed in football uniforms with shiny golden pants and a red and grey jersey. The carried helmets and both were looking sweaty and dusty. They obviously had just returned from the gridiron. "No need to stop what you were doing, guys," the big man said, "Don't let us disturb this nice father-son wrestling match. That's what we like to see, eh son?" He poked the boy standing next to him in the ribs. "Sure dad" answered the lanky kid. "That's what this camp is about." Dan and his father got up. Dan noticed a faint smile on his dad's flustered face. The red haired bull walked into the cabin. "My name's Ed and this is my son Frank. We're here for the football training. Is this your first time here?" Dan's father shook hands. "I'm Tony. This is our first time here at Sports Bonding Camp. I guess Dan here's old enough now." Ed smiled and shook hands with Dan. "So. how old are you then, son?" "I just turned 14, sir." "Ah, that's good. I remember taking my son here for the first time when he was 14 as well." Tony had shaken hands with Frank. Finally, the two guys introduced themselves. "You'll really like it here, dude!" Frank said to Dan. "It may be a little strange at first, but this camp's great! And if you want anything, just ask." "Thanks, dude. Will do," answered Dan. The fooling around with his dad had really broken the tension. And these two guys seemed very nice. Dan realized it hadn't even occurred to him that he was standing there in his singlet. Ed and his son rummaged through their bags. Dan looked at his dad and wondered what they should do next. "Now why don't we have a look around to see what's going on here?" Dan's father said. "Okay. See you later," Dan called out to Ed and Frank. Ed turned around. He had taken off his jersey and pads. Dan could see how massive the man was. His skin was very pale and covered with fiery red hair. He sure was a bull of a man. Dan couldn't help staring at him. Ed winked at him and Dan quickly turned around. Dan and his father took a long walk around the grounds. It was almost six o'clock and they saw a lot of guys leaving the fields and the open-air training areas. It really struck Dan that everyone was in their gear, regardless of whether or not they had been training or not. Some guys wear in shiny singlets like him, others wore mesh football jerseys and spandex pants, still others wore nylon joggers or basketball shorts. The whole campground was filled with running, training and laughing men and boys. Dan liked to look at all these guys enjoying themselves. As Dan walked along with his father, he remembered his old man telling him about this camp. His dad told him they would be spending a week at a very special sports camp, for fathers and sons only. Since Dan wrestled at his school and his dad had been an all-state in his younger days, Tony had decided to take his son to this camp. He hoped that Dan and he would get a bit closer. In fact, he hoped a lot closer. Tony grinned a bit to himself. As they stood still and watched a group of basketball players doing their warm down, Tony hugged his son. "I'm glad to be here with you, Dan. I really am. We're going to have a wonderful week together. I know that I am not home a lot and that I get too busy with work, but I want to get closer to you and spend some quality time with you! Dan liked the way his father talked to him and hugged him. "Dad," Dan said looking up to his father "it's weird to be here with you without mom. But I like it. I really do. Thanks for taking me." Tony hugged his son even closer. He could feel the warmth of Dan's body. It flashed through his mind that it might be difficult to get his boy completely at ease, but he knew he'd succeed. Smiling, he ruffled his boy's hair again. The sun was setting. The last groups of guys were leaving the fields. Slowly, the lights were coming on around them. It was a beautiful summer evening. Dan was feeling a little hungry and wondered when they would have dinner. His dad yawned and scratched his stomach through his singlet. The material was still stretched, but it fit like a glove now. Tony felt good wearing his singlet, the warm evening air against his near-naked body, talking and laughing with his young son, enjoying himself. He was a busy man and times like these were rare. He slapped Dan playfully on the butt and felt great when the boy smacked his meaty ass in return. For an instant, Tony thought of the secret reason he was here with Dan. And why he had chosen this camp. It would be so good. But quickly he snapped out of his daydream again, he must make sure his son didn't suspect anything. "Come on buddy, let's go back to our cabin and pick up Ed and Frank for dinner." "Okay dad." Soon they had reached their cabin. Light shone through the window. Apparently Ed and Frank were in. The door was slightly ajar. Dan sprinted up to the wooden hut and opened the door. He froze and his heart skipped a beat. In a flash, he had seen everything: Frank, only dressed in his dirty jockstrap, lying on his back on the small table, his legs spread wide and his body rocking back and forth. Ed was standing pressed against the rim of the table and had his lower body pushed against his son. He was naked, except for the pair of yellow football pants that clung to his meaty ass. The laces were undone. He and his son made the same rocking movements. Their skins were flushed and dripping with sweat. "Oh yeah," Dan heard Ed saying. "My little jock stud.Open up for daddy.yeah.that's it, buddy. feel good, huh boy?" Dan blanched, his head spinning. This was something he had never seen or really heard about. But he saw it with his own eyes. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he felt his father's hands on his shoulders. "Well Dan, looks like old Ed and his son are having some fun, huh?" This only made Dan feel worse. How could his dad be so casual about. about what they were seeing? He felt very weird and suddenly he turned away, nearly pushing over his father as he started to run away from the cabin. "Hey! Hey Dan. come back!" he heard his dad shouting, but he just ran faster. He wanted to get away from. from that thing he just saw, from Ed and his son and his dad as well. He just ran and ran without knowing where. He had turned onto a dark lane. He knew there were bushes here, but he could hardly see them. At the end he could make out another row of cabins, their lights clearly visible. Dan panted heavily and his sweat was soaking his singlet. It really clung to his body now. He was getting tired. Then he ran into something and fell to his knees. He could make out the shape a man. Dan slumped to the ground and his head touched the man's sneakers. "Hey son. what's going on here? Are you alright?" The man's voice was nice and slow and friendly, but Dan just couldn't answer yet. His breathing was still ragged. He felt, that the man knelt down and tried to lift him up. "Come on sport. that's it." the man said. Unable to resist, he felt the man kneel down and try lift him up and press their bodies closely together. Dan felt that the man was wearing a spandex suit as well. And for a moment, the man kept his slightly hairy body pressed Dan's teen body, skin against skin and Lycra against Lycra. Their faces were close together. Dan could make out the guy had shining dark eyes, shoulder- length brown hair and a goatee. He looked very friendly, but he had authority as well. "What's the matter, son? You look panicked" Dan tried to get away again. "Let me go!" He almost screamed. "I don't want to stay here!" He heard the man chuckle. "Hey little guy, you can't just leave. I know your dad must be here somewhere." Dan had freed himself from the powerful grip and was standing on his two feet again. He could see the man better now. He was slightly taller than himself, about 45 years old and wore a very light blue wrestling singlet with a number on it. Dan thought he must be a counselor. Thinking of his Dad made him confused and angry again. "Yeah. he sure is here. he sure is, mister." "So sport, what's upsetting you then?" the counselor asked in a friendly way. "Can't say that now." Dan answered, trying to avoid the man's eyes, "It was. it was fucking gross. I just want to go home!" He turned around, about to walk away again. But the older man moved in front of him and looked at him in concern. "What's your name, son?" Dan breathlessly told him. "Ah yes, you're Tony's son, right? You and your Dad arrived today." "Yeah, that's right" Dan felt the man putting a hand on his shoulder. The grip was friendly but firm. "My name's Steve and I am a camp counselor. Would you like to talk about things in private?" Hesitantly, Dan shook Steve's hand. He flashed the man a quick smile as well. Suddenly he didn't feel so bad anymore. "Come over to my cabin, Dan. I'll get you something to calm you down. We can talk, then take it from there." The boy shrugged. He didn't want to go back to his dad and Steve seemed friendly. He felt chilly now in his sweat-soaked tight singlet. As any 14- year old sometimes does, he became very self conscious now of his near naked body. "Okay" "Alright kid!" Steve smiled. "Now come with me. It's this way. And don't worry: I have a very private cabin. No need to be nervous, okay son?" Steve had sensed the nervous state this good looking kid was in. Better get him in safely. Without another word, Dan followed the counselor to his cabin. The little room was almost the same as the one Dan and his Dad occupied. Instead of two bunk beds, there were two cots and a small table and cupboard. As soon as they got in, Steve threw a warm blanket over Dan's back and told him to cover himself with it. He pointed to one of the chairs and told the boy to sit himself down. "Do you want some water or juice, Dan?" "Uh. juice please, sir. I really got a dry throat." "Don't call me "sir", kid. Just say Steve. I am here to help you, okay?" Steve said while he got out a glass and a bottle of apple juice. Dan nodded and grabbed the glass that was offered to him. Steve was still smiling at him and then gently lifted the boy's chin with his hand. For a moment, they looked each other deep in the eyes. Dan blushed a bit and took another gulp from his drink, which tasted slightly bitter. He sighed and Steve, not wanting to upset the kid again, let go of his face and sat down opposite the resting boy. His dark eyes were fixed on the kid. "Oh fuck." Dan muttered. "Dan, why did you panic back there? The idea of this camp is that we all should be happy and enjoy ourselves." Dan instinctively backed away a bit. The image of Ed and his son burned in his eyes again. He swallowed. "You know you're just a kid... You can't just run off without your dad." Steve leaned back in his chair, his muscled legs spread. He was in wrestling gear, but he could have been a cyclist as well. "I. I know that... but why has my Dad brought me here? He's never been close to me... and then the things that I saw... I mean..." Dan blushed deeply and his voice trailed off. Steve smiled at him again. "He brought you here I suppose," he said, "Because he wants to get close to you. That's why Dads and their sons come here." Dan didn't answer, so Steve took his glass and refilled it. "Do you want to tell me what you saw that bothers you so much? Remember, I'm a counselor and none of what you say goes beyond this room" Dan sighed. "I know that he wants to be close to me sir.uh... Steve, and. and I think I'd like that. He's always away... But I am not used to him being around." "But now you're here with him." Steve said, while leaning across the table towards Dan, "And you have a chance to get to know him well." "Yeah... that's just the thing... I feel a bit afraid when he's around, you see." Steve laughed. "You're a shy kid, aren't you Dan? What about your roomies?" Dan's cheeks turned deep red and for a moment, Steve thought the boy would make a run for it. The blanket fell from his shoulders and Steve couldn't help admiring the kid's hairless developing body. Quickly, he said: "Okay, okay.I guess they are part of the problem. Now steady, Dan. Just tell me what happened." Dan sat back and looked at his counselor. "Steve... My Dad and I went for a walk. When we came back to our cabin, I opened the door first. I heard someone talking." The kid swallowed before continuing. "And then I looked in. and I saw our roomies, Ed and his son Frank. "The red haired football players?" interrupted Steve, a strange glitter in his eyes. "Yeah. that's them," sighed Dan. "Well, you have to share the cabin with another father and son." "I know Steve... and it makes me nervous." Steve leaned over and gently patted the boy's thigh. "So. What was it about Ed and Frank? "Well, Ed and Frank are here for playing football. and they were still in their uniforms." Dan gulped and ran a hand through his hair. He looked away from Steve. "Frank... was lying on the table, you see." His voice trailed off. With a blank face, Steve urged him to go on with his story and not to be nervous. "And... and... he was naked... except for his jock." "Well?" Steve asked. There was a long pause. Dan felt his counselor's eyes resting on him. He really felt being looked at by the older man. "The cabin has only one room, as you know, Dan. And all four of you have to dress and undress in it." Dan spoke up again with a raspy voice. "Ed. the guy's Dad was still wearing his shiny yellow football pants, they were untied at his fly... Steve, who secretly liked to tease the kid a bit, interrupted him again. "So? Maybe you are a bit too shy about your body? And other guys' bodies as well? Dan gathered some more courage. "But Ed. He had his lower body pressed against his son." Steve feigned surprise. He had to be careful now, although vivid images of what the boy in front of him had seen started to make him feel horny. "Ahhh... yes. I see what you mean.go on, Dan." "And I heard Ed saying something like "Yeah, my little gear boy. You like it when your Daddy makes you feel good?" Trying to act cool and not betraying the surge of lust he felt rising, Steve said: "U-huh. yes. I see you might have been surprised. Let me talk openly to you Dan, okay? Here, have another glass of juice. And while he filled Dan's glass again with his special apple juice, he made use of the fact that he had his back turned to the kid and gave his cock a hard squeeze, almost praying it would stay down and not spoil everything. Luckily, Steve had been counselor at this camp for years and was very experienced in controlling his feelings. He handed Dan his glass and sat down again, his strong legs stretched out in front of him and his arms folded across his chest. The weak light in the cabin made his skin suit glimmer. "Then... my dad came up behind me and saw it too. Then. he grinned and tried to push me into the cabin.... but...but I turned around and ran away." The lad gulped again. "It's.it was about sex.wasn't it Steve?" The counselor scratched his goatee and grinned. "I can understand now why you were panicked, kid. But, you know, it's called "male bonding". It's quite normal between athletic dads and their sons. "I see. But.... but do all Fathers do this with their sons?" Dan asked Steve stood up and stood in front of the sitting boy. He put his strong hand on Dan's shoulder and looked deep into the kid's eyes. "Yes, Dan. It's about what some of the world calls "sex". It's what in this camp we call "male bonding" Dan looked at Steve in surprise. The counselor continued, slowly stroking the lad's shoulder. The strap of the kid's singlet felt nice and cool. "Well, you see son. not all Dads do it. Only those Fathers who truly love their sons and want to be really close to them do that. It might be strange for you to hear, but it's not something to be frightened of and run from, Dan, believe me." Dan looked up at his new mentor. "Steve... what... what sort of camp is this? Why do we have to wear our practice outfits all the time? You see. I'm still a bit scared Steve... It's all so... weird... I don't know what to do..." "The uniforms are to make you equals, Dan. To let you show what you enjoy doing, and let others see it. Are you feeling shy about that as well, son?" Dan sighed. "I'm only used to wearing my wrestling stuff to training at school... and at matches of course..." Unconsciously, his hands traveled up and down his shiny spandex-covered chest. In combination with the evening air the movement made his pointy nipples stand out, which was not unnoticed by Steve. "It's a sports camp here, but also a camp to let young men and their fathers get to know each other well, and to learn how to relate to other men and boys. This is special, Dan. It's a real privilege. Steve ruffled the boy's damp hair and smiled again. He could see that the lad was fully relaxed now by his words and the drink. "Now, do you want to rest here for a while, or should I take you back to your cabin? Or would you like me to call your Dad to come over here? Dan kept looking at Steve. His eyes were a bit glassy now, but he felt more relaxed. In fact, he was getting a bit sleepy. "Steve. I'll try to understand what you just told me. You see. on the one hand I am very nervous about being so close to dad, but on the other hand... I enjoy it as well. And then, after a brief pause, he added, "Steve? Could you do me a favor?" "Perhaps we can work through the nerves over the next week or so, Dan. And of course I'll do you a favor. Anything to make you a happy boy." Dan smiled for the first time. "Thanks. Could you... could you please speak with my Dad?" "I will, Dan. That's what I'm here for, to sort out things. Do you want to be there as well or not?" The boy looked very relaxed, almost sleepy now. "At first, yes please..." Steve made the kid stand up and smiled. He let his hand softly wander over the smooth boy's back. "No problem, Dan. Now listen, do you want to rest here, while I find your Father and talk with him, Dan? "Please tell him I didn't want to be there. I.I don't want to embarrass him." This was followed by a long, deep yawn. The boy looked really drowsy now. "Please let me have a little nap here, Steve... I think need it. The counselor guided the kid to one of the beds and made him lie down. "Here. You look a bit pale, and I know it has been a difficult afternoon for you, son. You have rest now and I'll talk to your dad." Dan made himself comfortable, having forgotten again he was still in his skintight gear. He yawned again and seemed to drift off to sleep, when he suddenly turned to Steve and asked: "Steve... is it always difficult for new guys here?" "Usually it is, yes, Dan. You're not alone, my young friend. Is it all right if I call you that?" Dan smiled sleepily. "Yes, please Steve." "Okay then! I'll see you later, buddy." Steve turned around and left. But even before he was out of the door, Dan had already fallen asleep. The sedative in his apple juice had done its job. To be continued spokes1810@hotmail.com