Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 20:31:35 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Terry, The Early Years (T/B, DOM, ORAL)

TERRY, THE EARLY YEARS (T/B, DOM, ORAL)
BY:  MOORE

This is continuing the story of a boy who, thanks to his
step-brother, became a faggot, slut, cocksucker.

Part 7:

Terry was a happy eleven year old boarding the camp bus on Tuesday.
His morning erection and the accompanying ache in his balls was gone
thanks to Tony, his fifteen year old step-brother.  In three short
days, under Tony's guidance, Terry had learned to suck dick, and he
loved it.  He had changed from an innocent little boy into an eager
cocksucker with a taste for cum.  Terry believed that the very first
orgasm of his young life, dry, but extremely pleasurable, was the
direct result of sucking his brother's cock and having Tony cum in
his mouth. The association between cocksucking and a mouthful of
sperm with exciting orgasms was firmly planted in his mind.  So much
so that stroking his now frequent erections, jerking off without the
added stimulation of a dick in his mouth was not productive.  He
couldn't cum, couldn't relieve the painful pressure that built up in
his balls....., without a hard cock sliding between his lips.

Because of his good looks and sensitive nature, Terry might have
grown up to be a real ladies man, one of god's gifts to women.
Highly sexed and easily aroused, Terry was destined to never make
love to a woman.  Mother nature, Tony and the fickle finger of
faggot fate had altered the pleasure center in his brain.  The
sight, even a photo, of a naked male, young or old, caused an
immediate unseen chemical reaction in his brain and a very visible
physical reaction between his legs.  Sexual release, relief from
the pain caused by his bloated balls, came from masturbation,
jerking off with a dick in his mouth.

Tony too was a happy teenager leaving the house for his summer job
at his dad's construction company.  He hadn't been happy when his
dad told him that he was getting remarried and that they were going
to move into his new wife's house.  Liz was ok, but sharing a room
with a kid brother was going to be a drag, cut back on his jerking
off opportunities. Was I ever wrong about that, he thought. Sharing
a room with Terry, who was now his personal cocksucker, was the
greatest.  Who needs to jerk off when you've got an eager fag with
a hot mouth to take care of your dick.

Like this morning.  Tony woke up 7:30 to find Terry kneeling beside
his bed, naked and stroking his hairless penis.  "Climb aboard fag,"
Tony said to his personal cocksucker.  "Lick my balls first....
and then my ass.  Do a good job and maybe I'll let you jerk me off
into your mouth.  It'll be like breakfast in bed for you."

Tony hadn't forgotten Rocco's advice about fags and how to use one.
Rocco's instructions replayed in his mind.

"Make 'em beg before you let 'em suck your dick.  Remember, you're
doin' the cocksucker a big favor by stickin' your meat in his mouth.
It's a good idea to make 'em strip naked and get on their knees.
Makes 'em feel lowly and keeps 'em from runnin' away in case they
change their mind.  No big deal really since fags like bein' naked
and on their knees when suckin' dick.  Some of 'em even like to
watch in a mirror as a big cock pumps in and out of their mouths.
It's ok if you want to let 'em play with their dick while they're
suckin' you off, but they gotta ask permission.  I don't know why,
but gay boys like to jerk off with a dick in their mouth. And never
use a scum bag, you know a condom.  The cocksucker is the scum bag.
If he won't take your load in his scum bag mouth or on his scum bag
face, then you don't let him blow you."

Like a frisky puppy, Terry scooted up onto the bed and positioned
himself between Tony's legs.  "Feels good fag boy, real good," Tony
moaned as Terry licked and sucked around his crotch and ass crack.
"Use your tongue on my asshole now. Oh god yeah, like that.  How
do you like eating my asshole, fag boy?  Tastes good, right?"

"It's ok Tony.  I mean, yeah, it tastes good. I like it."  Terry
was afraid to complain, fearful of making Tony angry. "Please can
I suck your cock now?  My balls hurt bad." Terry had been up,
beating his meat and staring at Tony's dick since sunrise. He
needed that dick, any dick, in his mouth in order to cum and
relieve the pressure in his balls.  Tony seemed to like it when he
begged and pleaded, used all the new words he was learning.  Terry
didn't fully understand all the words, but he was happy to oblige.
"Please can I suck your cock now, Tony. Please put your big dick
in my, my fag boy cocksucker mouth."

"Nah, jerk me off instead.  I wanna watch my cum shoot into your
mouth this morning, fill you up like a scumbag."

"What's a scumbag, Tony?  Am I a scumbag?"

"Jeez, Terry.  Don't you know anything?"  Tony said and proceeded
to explain.  "..... and cum in the scumbag instead of in her pussy
or in the cocksucker's mouth."

"Oh, scumbag, I think I got it now. Scumbag, scumbag," Terry said
so he'd remember. "I understand the part about sperm and eggs and
getting pregnant, but why give somebody a blow job in the first
place if you don't want the cum in your mouth?  I like being the
cocksucker and I guess I'm a scumbag too, cause you cum in my
mouth, right?  Feels nice when the warm cum spurts out of your dick
and into my mouth and I like the creamy taste too."

"That's because you're a fag, Terry.  Hurry up now and jerk me off
into your scumbag mouth.  If there's time before the camp bus comes
you can blow me while I'm eating breakfast."


Terry and Bobby Stone, his new camp friend, and the rest of the
group headed to the locker room after the morning's ball game.
A group of naked younger boys were just leaving for the pool under
the watchful eye of the watersports director, Stan Johnson, who
followed them out.

"I wish we could wear bathing suits in the pool," Bobby said
slowly peeling off his T shirt."

"Huh? What'd you say?"  Terry wasn't listening to Bobby.  He was
focused on the cute little naked boys from the younger group making
their way to the pool, and the renewed stirring in his testicles.
Despite the two orgasms he'd had while jerking and blowing Tony
before camp and despite the two loads of Tony's sperm in his belly
that he could still taste in his mouth, Terry was getting hard again.
The little naked boys were making him hard and making him think....,
about finding a cock to suck to ease the growing ache in his balls.

"I said I wish we could wear bathing suits in the pool. I don't
like going outside with nothing on. It's so embarrassing. Sometimes,"
Bobby continued softly, "sometimes it gets sorta stiff, you know,
like you got yesterday. I can't control it. It just happens."

"You mean stiff like this," Terry said, taking off his under pants
and, with no shame, proudly displayed his fully erect two inch
hardon to Bobby. "Meet me in the bathroom later, before lunch,"
Terry whispered. "I'll show you what to do with it when it gets
stiff, how to jerk off and," thinking quickly Terry added, "other
fun stuff too."  Terry was wondering if maybe he could get Bobby's
cock in his mouth, give him a blow job.  Then he could jerk off and
cum with Bobby's cock in his mouth.

"Lets go boys. Hit the pool,"  Mark said absently. He was trying
to figure out how to accomplish Stan's demand without making a
scene.  Stan wanted the kid in his office before he went to the
pool and had made it very clear, he wanted him there naked. Mark
was a little bit concerned of what Stan might do to the youngster
who, unlike the other boys in the group, didn't seem to mind being
naked.  Right now, in fact, he was brazenly showing his erect prick
to one of the other boys.  Stan's assurance that he wasn't going to
make the kid do anything that he didn't want to do was little comfort.
Stan had a way of making people do exactly what he wanted.

Mark was more concerned of what Stan would do to him if he failed
to do as instructed.  Stan had to be joking when he said that he
would turn make Mark into the camp cocksucker and hang a sign
around his neck so everyone would know he was a fag.  Stan had to
be kidding about selling tickets to watch him suck off a line of
guys and getting a couple of black guys with really big dicks to
to fuck his mouth.  Stan had to be ribbing him about putting him
naked, in the middle of a circle jerk, and having the counselors
jerk off onto his body. But what if Stan was serious?

"Uh, Terry, wait up a sec."  Mark waited until the others had left
and the locker room was empty before explaining. "Stan wants to
see you in his office right now, on the double....."  I gotta hurry
him along, Mark thought.  If he stops to get dressed I'm sunk.
"..... in the administration building, across from the pool."

"Do you know what he wants?"  Terry asked.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, Mark thought.  "No, but it must
be important so you better get moving."

"Shouldn't I put on my clo..... "No!" Mark blurted out.  "I mean,
no time to lose," and practically pushed the naked boy out of the
locker room.  "Stan doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Terry walked quickly towards the administration building. He paused
briefly to watch Bobby and the other naked boys having fun at the
pool, then turned around to see Mark slam shut the locker room door
and wave him on his way. With a shrug of his shoulders Terry gave up
the idea of going back for his clothes and hurried on to his meeting
with Stan.

The one story administration building seemed deserted as Terry
passed through the screen door and wandered around for several
minutes looking for Stan's office.

"You be lookin' for Stan Johnson's office, sonny boy?"

Terry jumped, startled by the voice behind his back. He turned to
find the biggest and blackest man he had ever seen coming towards
him, pushing a mop and pail.  "Uh, yeah.  How did you know?" Terry
said, a touch of pink coloring his cheeks, embarrassed to be naked
in front of this grey haired older man.

"Lucky guess," the man said with a chuckle.  "You be the first one
so far this summer, but for sure not the last. You're a cute one,
and eager too.  I see you already sportin' a nice little hardon."

Terry's blush deepened as the man stared at his erect penis.

"Last summer was a stream of young boys, all bare assed like you,
goin' in and out of that office. You makin' any juice yet, shootin'
sperm when you jack off, sonny boy?"

Terry's blush changed from pink to a bright red.

"Don't be goin' shy on me now, and don't be makin' up no lies. Tell
ol' Emerson here the truth. T'aint likely's what I think. Prob'ly
not jerkin' off or even knowin' about sperm yet either, you bein'
such a young fag."

Quickly, before realizing what the man had called him, Terry cried
out defensively, "I do so jerk off, a lot, and I know all about
sperm and cumming. OK, I don't shoot any stuff, but I cum without
sperm when I su....."  About to say "when I suck my brother's cock"
Terry stopped when it dawned on him that the man had called him a
fag, a young fag.  How does he know I'm a fag? Terry thought.

"Good. Saves me a bit of work after Stan gets finished with you.
Had to mop that floor most every day last summer, and keep the
window open each night to air the place out.  Don't much mind the
extra work though, long's I get to play some with you boys from
time to time.  Get along now. Best not to keep Stan waitin'. It's
the last door on the right, sonny boy."

"Thanks mister."

The man brushed passed Terry, patting him gently on the ass. "Mmmm,
mmmmm, nice'n smooth. Gonna be easy ridin'.  Be seein' you soon,
sonny boy.

Terry, shaking his head in confusion, stared after the big black man
until he turned the corner and was gone.  He could still feel where
the man had touched his ass as he walked down the hall, knocked once
and entered Stan's office. "Hi, I'm Terry. Mark said you wanted to
see me."

Stan was seated, bare chested, behind his desk. The sounds of
splashing and laughter poured through the open window.  Without
looking away from the window and his unobstructed view of the pool,
Stan said, not unkindly, "Your late."

"I had trouble finding your office.  An old black man, the janitor I
think, showed me."

Out of the corner of his eye Stan was happy to see that the boy was
naked, Mark had done his job.  Not that it mattered, the sign was
already made with his name on it in capital letters.

     MARK WILSON
     OFFICIAL CAMP COCKSUCKER

A few of the senior staff were going to road test the fag later
today, after camp, to see how he handled. Stan's father had
developed a Faggot Rating System, FRS for short, which he used
to evaluate and improve the effectiveness of the training program
at the Church of Man.  Stan was going to use the FRS to
determine if Mark was suitable, able to go the distance at a
gang bang. It made no sense taking Mark to Saturday's fraternity
party if he failed meet the minimum FRS standards in the cocksucker
category at today's test.

Cocks Per Hour: Five To Orgasm
Horny Cocks Per Hour: Ten To Orgasm
Oral Cum Capacity: Forty Loads
Endurance: Six Hours

"That was Emerson," Stan said facing the boy. "He's been here for
years. I sort of take care of him every now and then.  He's big,
but he's kind and gentle. After the first time it won't hur.....,
but that's for another day.  Come closer Terry, by the window."

Terry walked over to the big, floor length window, the floor sticky
under his bare feet.  He could see Bobby standing on the diving board
with another boy, preparing to jump. The two boys were holding hands
and Terry was jealous.  Bobby was his friend, his pool buddy and....

"You like looking at the other boys, don't you?"  Stan said into
Terry's ear. He had quietly moved next to Terry and put an arm
around his bare shoulder.

Terry, unable to lie to any authority figure, mumbled, "Yes."

Stan gently tweaked the boy's pink nipple and rubbed his belly.
"Naked boys?"

Terry gasped. Stan's hands felt good on his body, "Uh huh."

"Naked boys, Terry.  Beautiful naked boys.  Looking at naked boys
makes you hot and hard and tingly all over, doesn't it?"

"Uh, huh."

"Makes you want to touch their bodies, feel them all over and kiss
them too," Stan said, his voice soft and hypnotic, his hands
roaming between Terry's legs.  After stroking Terry's hard penis
and the soft skin of his butt for several minutes, Stan had Terry
trembling with sexual excitement, wondering how Stan knew so much
about his feelings.

"Boys who love boys, Terry, boys like you.  You know what they're
called?"

Stan had posed that question to dozens of boys, and depending on
their age, he had gotten a variety of answers.  He was totally
unprepared, surprised, but delighted by Terry's immediate one word
response.

"Fags."  The word spurt out of Terry's mouth, like cum spurting
out of cock, and with it came all his inhibitions. All of Tony's
warnings about keeping it a secret, not to tell anybody that he
was a cocksucker, disappeared like so much of Tony's sperm had
disappeared in his mouth.

This kid was going to be easy Stan thought as he slipped off his
shorts. "And what do fags do, Terry, fags like you?"

"We, I mean I, I mean fags like me suck. Dick. Suck dick. I mean
I suck dick with my mouth, in my mouth. I'm a cocksucker, a faggot
cocksucker."  Terry turned to face Stan and dropped to his knees.
He put his small hands on the jock covered bulge in front of his
face and looked up.  "Can I suck you Stan, please?"

Stan looked down at the naked youngster kneeling between his legs.
So young, he thought. "So young and already knows he's a fag, thinks
cocksucking is fun, a game," Stan said to Emerson who had poked his
head into the office to watch the summer's first recruit in action.
"He's probably sucked one or two cocks, young friends with little
dicks, maybe an older brother or cousin slipped him some dick and
spurt a little cum into his mouth.  Wait till he gets a taste of a
man's cock and has a man sized load of spunk pumped into his mouth.
We'll see then if he still thinks it's fun to be a fag."

Stan saw himself in Terry, a young boy kneeling naked between his
father's legs and between the legs of hundreds of men.  Grown up
men with big hairy cocks who used his mouth and his ass for their
pleasure.  Grown up men who took turns cumming in his mouth until
his belly was filled with sperm and then flipped him over like a
toy to get their rocks off in his ass.

"Please Stan," Terry said.  "Please let me suck your big cock.
I'll lick your ass and kiss your balls too.  You can cum in my
mouth, my scumbag mouth.  I'll do anything you want."

Stan smiled down at the top of Terry's head.  "Go ahead fag boy,
show me how much you want to suck my dick."  Emerson chuckled as
Stan said softly, "I don't know who's training you, but the guy
is good.  With that attitude you're gonna be a busy little camp
faggot this summer."

Mark looked across the pool, past all the naked boys in his group,
into Stan's office window.  He watched Terry drop to his knees and
tug on Stan's jock strap with his mouth and teeth. Mark watched
with disbelief, he couldn't understand Stan's power, as the kid
licked Stan's balls and swiped his tongue along the underside of
Stan's erection.  Mark turned away, shaking his head, as Terry
guided Stan's big hairy cock through his lips, into his mouth
and began to suck.

Mark wouldn't admit it, but he was jealous of Terry.  Stan had
brought him out of the closet...., turned him into a cocksucker.
Now he was hooked on big meaty cocks and powerful spurts of hot
semen bouncing off the roof of his mouth.  He had no interest in
the tiny, hairless dicks of the prepubescent boys in his group.
Heads turned as he cried out louder than intended, "I'll make the
little fag pay."

"Nice blow job cocksucker," Stan said as he cleaned his cock on
Terry's face.  "Kiss my dick goodbye and get back to your group.
It's almost time for lunch."

Still gasping for breath after the brutal mouth fucking, Terry
swallowed the last of Stan's load and regained his feet.  He
checked his own now limp penis, looking for signs of wetness at the
tip.  He was almost certain he had cum real sperm because his first
orgasm, when Stan's dick had pushed into his throat, had been so
intense and he had felt his balls pulse a bit when he'd cum the
second time.

Terry jumped when Stan said sharply. "Hey, fag boy! I said kiss my
dick and get back to your group!"  Terry bent over at the waist and
kissed the tip of Stan's cock, exposing his naked butt to the lusty
eyed Emerson who winked at Stan, grabbed his crotch and mouthed,
"Tomorrow."

The pool area was deserted, the door to the locker room, with his
clothes inside, was locked, and all the campers were eating lunch`)0*0*0*°°`Œby the time Terry returned.  He hesitated at the lunchroom door,
everyone inside was dressed. He was naked and hard again. Kissing
Stan's penis had given him another erection. Terry thought to wait
by the pool until lunch was over and the locker room opened, but
Mark came to the door and dragged him inside.

"But I'm not hungry," Terry protested in vain. "And I don't have
any clothes on.  Everyone's gonna laugh at me."

Mark smirked. If he could embarrass the little fag enough maybe he
would quit camp. "So what if they laugh.  Pretend you're putting on
a show."

"No Mark, not up there," Terry pleaded as Mark led him by the
hand to a raised stage at one end of the lunchroom.

"Attention everyone," Mark called out. "Terry here is going to sing
and dance for us."  All eyes turned to the stage. The room grew
silent for a moment and then filled with laughter as campers and
counselors spotted the naked boy on the stage.  Mark turned on the
music and Terry started to sing.  Tentatively at first, then louder
and with more confidence as other campers joined in.  He began to
move his body, even wiggle his little hardon in time to the music
and prance around the stage.

Mark was pissed off.  Rather than embarrassed, the little faggot
seemed to be enjoying himself up on the stage.  Dancing around
like a stripper at a topless bar.

Several of Stan's hand picked counselors encouraged their boys
to strip and join Terry on the stage.  Stan came in ten minutes
later, delighted to see twenty boys and three of his counselor
friends strutting around, naked, on the stage.

When the music stopped and lunch was over, the group on stage
looked at each other and laughed.  None of them, not a one, stopped
to get dressed.  They marched out of the lunchroom, naked as they
were, and on to their next activity.  During the course of the
afternoon, more boys were encouraged to shed their clothes until
all but a handful of boys were naked. Even the few holdouts finally
succumbed to peer pressure and stripped.  One hundred naked boys
and ten naked counselors all had to hunt around for their clothes
when the buses arrived at days end.

Extracurricular activities, none of which appeared in the camp's
brochure, would begin tomorrow.