Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 15:00:05 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys 02 Camp Clover For Boys By Chipster071053@yahoo.com LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. This story will eventually have boy/boy, boy/man, boy/girl, boy/woman, group and other assorted combinations. This is my first effort at erotic fiction, although my story "Weekend In Houston" is posted in the Nifty Archives under Bisexual/College, and is a basically true story. Your comments on this and the other story are welcome at chipster071053@yahoo.com. The story belongs to me under copyright laws of the United States, and any reposting without my permission will get you in bunches of trouble. And now, our story continues. Chapter 2 Dan Tyler wasn't really surprised by what he saw as he looked around the corner into the showers. He knew that his son had been masturbating for at least a couple of years, and knew that Timmy and Tom had been fooling around together almost as long. He had almost caught them on a Scout campout last fall, but decided that it would be better to leave the two of them alone. He wasn't sure how far the two had gone together, but the sight in front of him made him think that it was just jack-off sessions. Timmy had his eyes closed as the waves of pleasure coursed through him. Tom had his back to the door, so he couldn't see Mr. Tyler. Dan pulled his head back and decided to wait a few minutes before coming back into the locker room. After all, Timmy didn't know his dad was coming to pick him up, and Dan didn't want him to know he'd been caught. Timmy finally opened his eyes and stared at Tom, who had been watching from under the water spray. "Man, that must have been a GOOD one, from the look on your face," said Tom. "You looked really blissed out there." "It was, and having you watching made it even better," said Timmy. "I must be a real show-off." "Yeah, maybe you belong in a porno show or something," chuckled Tom. "Hey, we'd better get out of here before we get caught!" The two boys rinsed quickly and stepped back into the locker room. Tom's cock was in it's usual half-hard state, while Timmy's had shriveled to its normal size. They pulled on their underwear and were getting pants on when Timmy's dad returned to the room. "Hi, Timmy! Hello, Tom," said Dan to the two half-naked boys. "Hi, Dad! I didn't expect you here!" "Hello, Mr. Tyler." "I got off work a little early, so I thought I'd stop by and pick you up. Looks like you two are the last ones here," said Dan. "Yeah, Coach asked us to help pick up after practice, so we're running late," said Timmy. "I rode my bike over." "That's OK. We can load it in the back of my pickup. I want to go upstairs and talk to the Coach, so come on up and get me when you're dressed. Tom, do you want a ride home, too?" asked Dan. "No thanks...I'm going over to the mall to meet my parents and my sister," said Don. "Say 'hi!' to them for Timmy's mom and me. We need to get together with your parents before the summer retreat starts," Dan said. "I'll do that!" replied Tom. When Dan had left, Timmy asked Tom, "What are you going to be doing while our parents are on their retreat?" Tom replied, "I don't know. The last couple of years my sister has stayed at home with me, but she has a summer job working at some girls' camp, so I don't know what I'll be doing. I suppose Mom and Dad will be telling me tonight. Hey, maybe I can go to this camp you're going to!" "I don't know, but I can find out from my parents how I got in and maybe figure out how to get you in, too," replied Timmy. The two boys parted company at the top of the stairs, Tom going out and Timmy heading toward the Coach's office. "He's really developed over the last several months," Timmy overheard the Coach tell his father from outside the door. "Got a really good physique, built up a lot of stamina, and he's become one of the best swimmers I have. And his suit has really filled out, too. That kid needs to start wearing a strap or something. If he gets much bigger, that thing of his could really develop some drag." "I'll see if I can find a nice way to tell him," chuckled Dan. "Besides, he'll be going to Clover this summer and they can help him work on that." "Yes, I've already spoken to the swimming coach there, and he'll make sure Timmy gets lots of practice," said the Coach. The two men chuckled at each other. So Dad knew about Camp Clover. Timmy decided it was time to make his appearance. "I'm ready, Dad." "OK, go load your bike in and I'll be there in a minute," said Dan. "I'm just about finished here." Timmy pulled back from the door, but kept listening. "I know my son really appreciated Clover when he went a few years ago," the Coach told Dan. "I've never been prouder of him than when his new video came out a few weeks ago." "I saw it in the catalog and have been meaning to get a copy," said Dan. "That's his fourth video, isn't it?" "Five, if you count the one they made at camp that year," Coach said. "They're supposed to go to Mexico to shoot the next one. Understand they're looking for some younger talent to put in that one. Maybe Timmy would fit in." "Let's not jump the gun. Timmy hasn't been to camp yet. Let's see what happens, then we can decide if he's star material or not. Better get running, I don't want to keep him waiting too long." Hearing his father about to leave, Timmy headed around the corner and out the door, grabbing his bike and loaded it into his dad's truck. "How was practice, son?" asked Timmy's father when he got to the truck. "Coach says you're doing very well." The two chatted about practice, and school as they headed home. Timmy saw his mother's car in the driveway as they pulled up to the house, so he was hoping that he could find out more about what he had overheard at the "Y" later that evening. At supper, Timmy mentioned the letter and asked what his parents knew about it. "Oh, yes. We put in your application to Camp Clover over a year ago. We weren't sure you'd be able to get in, but it looks like you are," said Timmy's mother Kate. "What kind of a camp is it, anyway? Is it like a scout camp?" asked Timmy. "Well," answered Dan, "it's a lot like that. You'll do a lot of outdoor activities, and swimming is a big part of what you'll be doing. They'll have archery and hiking, too. I know you'll like it there. And besides, the camp is near where our retreat is being held. We might be able to get together while we're all there." "What about Sis? What's she doing while we're gone?" asked Tim. "She's going to be a counselor at the girls' camp across the lake from where you're going. She and Tom's sister will be there all summer," said Kate. "In fact, she'll be leaving right after school gets out. They'll be there for eight weeks." Dan asked, "Did your letter say anything about your physical?" "Yes, it did. Why do we have to go to a different doctor for it?" asked Timmy. "There are some special tests that have to be done for this camp," answered Timmy's Dad. "The camp can be strenuous, so they have to do some blood work and a few other physical tests like reflex and do a male exam." "What's that?" asked a puzzled Timmy. "They'll be checking your crotch and rectum for signs of strain," answered Tim's mother. "The camp won't want to you to have a hernia or anything like that." "MOM!" exclaimed Timmy. "She's right, son," added Dan. "If you're going to be doing a lot of swimming and weight lifting, you're at an age where you need to be checked anyway. This doctor the camp uses is very thorough and he'll be able to find any problems quickly." Just then, the phone rang. Timmy's mother excused herself from the table to answer it. "Timmy, it's for you. It's Tom," she told the boy. Timmy went into the kitchen to take the call. "Hello?" "Hi, Timmy. You know that camp you got the letter from? Well, I got one, too. My folks say we're lucky to get in at all." "Great! Hey Mom and Dad! Tom got a letter from Camp Clover, too," Timmy told his parents. "And we'll be in camp at the same time!" added Tom. "I'm supposed to go for a camp physical Friday afternoon." "Mine's Friday morning," Timmy told Tom. "Dad says it's a special one." "Yeah, Dad says the Doctor will probably stick his finger up my ass. Boy, I hate that," groaned Tom. "I didn't want to think about that part," chuckled Timmy. "My doctor tried that once and it hurt like hell." "My dad says there are some things I can do to make it easier. I'm not sure what that meant, but we're supposed to talk about it before I go to bed tonight," said Tom. "If they work, let me know," said Timmy. "I've gotta get back to dinner. Can I call you later?" "Nah, I've got some homework to do, so I'll see you in the morning. Bye!" "OK...tomorrow. Bye." Timmy hung up the phone and went back to the table. I didn't want to think about that part," chuckled Timmy. "My doctor tried that once and it hurt like hell." "My dad says there are some things I can do to make it easier. I'm not sure what that meant, but we're supposed to talk about it before I go to bed tonight," said Tom. "If they work, let me know," said Timmy. "I've gotta get back to dinner. Can I call you later?" "Nah, I've got some homework to do, so I'll see you in the morning. Bye!" "OK...tomorrow. Bye." Timmy hung up the phone and went back to the table. The next day at school, Tom was acting strangely when Tim sat down next to him in the lunch room. "What's the problem, Tom? You look like the doctor's already shoved his finger inside you," said Timmy. "He sorta has," answered Tom. "Whadda ya mean?" "Last night, my Dad gave me this thing to stick up inside me. He says it will stretch my asshole out and make getting the exam a lot easier," Tom said. "He told me to put it in and sleep with it inside. I took it out before I left for school this morning, but I'm really sore. Dad says after I've had it inside me for a couple of nights it will be more comfortable." "Is it anything like that thing my mom uses when she gives me an enema?" questioned Timmy. "That thing hurts, too." "No, it's kinda shaped like a Christmas tree, about three inches long, with a flat base that stays outside. The asshole muscles hold it in. Funny thing is, after I'd had it in for a while, it felt good. I woke up with a really stiff hard-on this morning and when I jacked off I really shot a load," said Tom. "And your Dad told you about all this?" "And he showed me how to put it in. You have to use Vaseline and he rubbed it on the plug. He told me to take off my underwear, lay down on my bed and pull my legs back up to my shoulders. Then he spread some around my asshole," confied Tom. "When he pushed it in, he did it really slow so it wouldn't hurt much." "You let your Dad do that to you?" questioned Timmy. "Sure. He's not going to do anything to hurt me. He's my Dad!" answered Tom. "Hey, come on over after school and I'll show you." Just then the bell rang and the two parted, headed back to class. Timmy wasn't sure he wanted to see this plug thing, but if Tom's dad said it would make the exam less painful, he wanted to give it a try, too. The two met after school and headed to Tom's house. When they got in, they found no one else there, which relieved Timmy. He'd been thinking about this all afternoon, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he got. Sometimes when he jacked off in bed, he ran his finger over his asshole, and even once had pressed his finger down and it felt really good, but he'd never thought about sticking anything inside. Now, Tom had told him that not only had his Dad stuck a three-inch plug up his ass, but that it felt good, too. The boys went into Tom's bedroom, and Tom got the plug out from a small box that had been in his bedside table. There was also a tube of lube in the drawer. "This is the thing I told you about," Tom told Timmy. "Wanna see how it works?" "Sure," answered Timmy. "What do you want me to do?" "Well, you can grease it up while I get my pants off." With that, Tom started unbuckling his belt while Timmy picked up the plug and the Vaseline and began to rub it on. "Now I'll lay on the bed like Dad had me do last night, and you put some of that stuff on my hole," directed Tom. Timmy did as he was told, and rubbed a little bit around the pink hole between Tom's ass cheeks. "Now take the plug and start putting it inside me," Tom told Timmy. Timmy put the tip of the plug on Tom's hole and started pushing it in, slowly like he remembered Tom saying at lunch. Tom started squirming and Timmy hesitated. "No, don't stop. It feels pretty good going in this time." Slowly, Timmy slid the thing into his friend's waiting ass. When he finally got it in to the base, he looked at Tom's face for the first time, and was surprised to see Tom smiling. "You OK?" asked Timmy. "Oh yes," answered Tom. "That really felt great. And look at my cock! I can't remember it EVER feeling this hard!" Timmy looked up and finally noticed his friend's shaft sticking straight up. While he knew Tom's cock was big, he couldn't remember it ever being this big. Almost as a reflex, Timmy reached out and took Tom's cock in his hand. "OH GOD!" shouted Tom. "That's great! Jack me off! Oh, please, Timmy! Make me cum!!" (more to come) Your comments are welcomed at chipster071053@yahoo.com.