Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 12:43:20 +0000 From: Moore Subject: Terry, The Early Years (T/B, DOM, ORAL) TERRY, THE EARLY YEARS (T/B, DOM, ORAL) BY: MOORE This is the story of a boy who, thanks to his step-brother, became a faggot, slut, cocksucker. Part 4 Terry was going to an all boys sports day camp about thirty minutes from home. Sitting on the camp bus he was excited about camp. He was also excited about sucking Tony's cock again. The taste of Tony's cum was still in his mouth from the morning blow job and his little boy penis was erect in his shorts. Unseen chemical changes were taking place in Terry's body, the onset of puberty and sexual maturity, all quite normal in a boy his age. However, certain emerging neurological pathways and over developing pleasure center in Terry's brain, caused by the early and intense release of his sex hormones, was far less normal. Terry's physiological and psychological makeup was being unalterably influenced. "Hi, I'm Bobby Stone. What's your name?" Terry looked at the boy who sat down next to him and said, "My name's Terry Stein. You been to camp before?" "Nope, my first time. How 'bout you?" "My first time too." Bobby asked, "How old are you? I'm eleven." "I'm eleven too", Terry said. "We'll be in the same group." The two boys talked about sports and the school they went to until they arrived at camp and joined the rest of the campers already seated in the cafeteria. Stan Johnson, watersports director, surveyed the 100 or so boys seated in front of him and smiled inwardly. Good looking boys he thought. I'll have 'em naked soon enough. Stan had another year to go to finish his college degree. A phys-ed major with a minor in psychology, Stan's goal was to coach high school football. Football was his second love. Stan's first love was boys. The smell. The feel. The look of a naked boy kneeling at his feet..... it was a matter of regaining the power and control his own father had taken from him growing up. "OK listen up", Stan called out. "When I call your name come to the front for your group assignments." Thirty minutes later, the boys were led away by their group leaders. Terry and Bobby, in the 10 to 12's, followed their group leader, Mark, to begin the day's activities. Stan took the 7 to 9's, the youngest group, and their group leader to the pool complex. "Since this is an all boys camp", Stan began. "Campers do not wear bathing suits in and around the pool area. Hang up your clothes in the lockers and report back here." Stan had uncanny abilities of persuasion. He could persuade people to accept his ideas as their own. Often times, he could persuade people to not merely do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do -- act against their will, but persuade them that they wanted, needed to do and act as Stan wanted. Like his college roommate freshman year. Within two weeks, Stan had the kid, who thought he was a macho stud, on his knees perfecting his previously unknown talent and desire to suck cock. Each evening the kid would kneel at the foot of his bed and wait for Stan to plug his mouth. By winter break, the kid had yielded to Stan's suggestion and became the dorm's cocksucker. Stan enjoyed watching the kid on his knees, naked, sucking dick. A bunch of guys with hard dicks would stand around waiting for their turn to use the cocksucker. The impatient ones would jerk off on the kid's face and leave. Watching the kid being used made Stan feel better about his own abusive childhood. It had been easy to convince the camp's owner that no bathing suits would be a good policy. No wet suits to deal with. Better for the pool's filtration system. He would find out today if his most recent project, the first year counselor Mark, was ready to be used. As the little naked boys regrouped around Stan he said, "Come closer so you can all hear me." He loved to watch them rub up against each other. "I want each of you to pick a buddy so you can watch out for each other when you're in the pool. Remember, safety first. No running or pushing. Take your buddy's hand and follow your group leader to the pool." Stan sat back thinking as the innocent looking youngsters walked off to the pool. When I was that age my father had me sucking cock. Terry was at bat with two outs in the bottom of the ninth, the score was tied. Bobby, on deck, was urging him on. Terry wiped the sweat from his face, took his stance, and hit the next pitch for a game winning homerun. As he crossed home plate Mark Called out, "Game over, let's hit the pool." Laughing and shouting the group of 10 to 12's entered the locker room. The noise and the smell of the sweaty boys roused Stan from his daydream. "Since this is an all boys camp", Stan said to the group. "Campers will not wear bathing suits in and around the pool area. Hang up your clothes in the lockers and report back here." Stan smiled as the boys began to strip off their sweat soaked shirts and shorts. Unlike the first group, Stan knew there might be some grumbling about his no bathing suit policy. Some of these boys were probably jerking off by now and they were concerned about the size of their cocks and if they had pubic hair. Stan whispered to Mark, "I'll meet you in the last stall when these kids are in the pool." Terry stood next to Bobby as Stan explained pool safety rules and the buddy system. The group was clearly uncomfortable with their nakedness. Terry alone felt no shame. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Bobby's penis as he listened to Stan. He remembered his promise to Tony not to tell anybody that he was a cocksucker and that he liked to suck dick, but he had an erection and an overwhelming urge to kiss Bobby's penis. Stan didn't fail to notice Terry's little hardon as he finished his talk. "Follow the rules and there'll be no problems. OK, hit the pool." Mark slipped away as the naked boys rushed out to the pool. Stan waited a minute or two before he slowly made his way to the bathroom. He'd been working on the immature 17 year old during camp orientation, suggesting to Mark he should act upon the gay thoughts he was having. "We don't have a lot of time", Stan said to Mark seated on the toilet in the last stall of the bathroom. "What'd you want?" Mark said, "What you said last week about being gay. I'm pretty sure I want to try." "Try what?" "Try um, ah, sucking cock", Mark stammered. "OK, but you have to do everything I say. You've never done this before so we'll take it slow", Stan said lowering his bathing suit. "Put your hand on my cock and jerk it slowly. Now rub the head back and forth on your lips. Spread the precum around. Tastes good, right?" Mark licked his lips and said, "It's ok I guess, but you're not gonna cum are you? You'll tell me when you're gonna cum, ok? Please don't cum in my mouth." "Suuure", Stan said slowly. "I'll let you know. Open your lips and take the head of my dick in your mouth. Watch the teeth. Slide your mouth down as far as you can and suck." Mark pulled his head back from Stan's dick. "I can't do it Stan, I'm sorry", he said rushing out of the bathroom stall to rejoin his group at the pool. He'll be back, Stan thought as he pulled up his bathing suit. Terry was helping Bobby with his dead man's float. The group had been tested and were practicing their swimming skills. Terry was supporting Bobby's body, a hand on his chest and a hand on his thighs. "You're doing great", Terry said, moving his hands towards the middle of Bobby's body. He wanted to touch Bobby's penis and he was going to do it... as Bobby swallowed a mouthful of water and stood up coughing and sputtering. "Let's get a raft", Bobby said regaining his breath. "You push me around and then I'll push you." Bobby lat flat on his back as Terry positioned himself at the foot of the raft, between Bobby's legs, and pushed off. Terry saw nothing except Bobby's little penis resting on his nutsack as he boosted his upper body on to the raft. Terry's erection throbbed as he moved to kiss Bobby's ...... "Lunch", Mark called out. "We gotta go", Bobby said rolling off the raft. Terry made no attempt to hide his tiny erection as he followed Bobby and the rest of the naked boys out of the pool and into the lockers to dress for lunch. The urge to suck cock, to feel the explosive spasms of orgasmic pleasure his body was learning to crave did not abate as Terry dressed. Mark and Stan watched as the locker room emptied. Mark said, "I'm sorry about before, Stan. Please, I'd like to try again." "Get on your knees", Stan said roughly. "Take out my dick." Mark dropped to his knees and exposed Stan's cock. Stan rubbed his dick around Mark's face. "No turning back this time." "Please Stan, can't we go someplace private. Somebody could come in and see." "See what", Stan said. "See you on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Face it Mark, you're gay. You were born to suck dick. If you want it, beg for it." "Please, I want to taste... let me suck your cock", Mark said reluctantly. "Please I need it in my mouth." The words were hardly out of Mark's mouth when Stan rammed his 9" dick into his new cocksucker's mouth. Tears rolled down Mark's cheeks as Stan grabbed his ears. "Good cocksucker. Take it all and suck hard. Play with yourself while I fuck your mouth. Here comes your reward. Drink every drop of it, faggot." Stan unloaded a number of large spurts of cum into Mark's mouth before he pulled out and wiped his dripping cock across Mark's face. "How'd you like sucking on my prick and eating my cum, cocksucker?" "Please don't call me a cocksucker", Mark said as he swallowed the last of the cum in his mouth. "You promised not to cum in my mouth, but it's ok, I liked it. You're cum tastes good, warm and creamy, but can't I just be gay?" Stan laughed and said, "Gay? Yeah you're gay alright. A gay faggot cocksucker. Now clean the cum and spit off my dick. Lick my balls. Kiss the tip goodbye and put it away." "Can I suck you again?", Mark said reaching for Stan's cock with his mouth. "Not now cocksucker. You have to get back to your group. Maybe one of the campers in your group would like a blow job. Maybe I should get a few of the counselors in here. You could be the camp cocksucker." Stan decided to frighten and humiliate the first time cocksucker. The way his father had forced him into performing humiliating acts. "How would you like that Mark? Camp Cocksucker. We could get a sign made to hang around your neck, so everyone will know. We could sell tickets to watch while you suck off a line of guys. I know a couple of black guys with really big dicks who would love to fuck your mouth. And how about a circle jerk. All the counselors could stand in a circle and jerk off on your naked body. Sound good fag boy?" Mark was scared and he started to cry, "You won't tell. You wouldn't make me do those things. Please don't tell anybody that I um, ah,....." "That you're a cum drinking cocksucker? I'll keep your secret fag boy." And to himself Stan said, "For now." "I gotta pee", Bobby said swallowing the last of his lunch. "Me too", Terry said following Bobby to the bathroom. He knew he wouldn't be able to piss with his stiff dick, but he wanted to see Bobby's cock again and maybe touch it. "How come your penis sticks out like that", Bobby said as he pissed into the urinal next to Terry." "It gets hard sometimes and then I have to jerk off. Do you jerk off, Bobby?" Bobby said, "What's jerk off?" "It's when you play with your penis and have an orgasm", Terry said feeling very smart. "Rub it like this and it feels good. Here I'll show you." Terry wrapped his hand around Bobby's hairless penis and began to stroke it up and down. Terry's balls began to tingle as the pleasure center in his brain took control and sought explosive release. Every cell in his body cried out to engulf Bobby with his mouth. "Somebody's coming", Bobby said as he backed away from Terry, who was dropping to his knees, and zipped up his shorts. Terry stood up quickly and tucked his aching dick and balls into his shorts. Stan came into the bathroom as Terry followed Bobby back to the lunchroom. "That was close", Bobby said. "So that's jerking off? It felt good when you were holding my penis, but how come you got on your knees?" "I slipped", Terry said. Not quite ready to admit that he wanted to suck Bobby's cock. The camp day concluded and the boys boarded the bus for the trip home. Bobby got up at his stop and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." Terry answered, "Yeah, see ya." He was anxious to get home. Home to his brother Tony and his cock.