Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2002 12:16:10 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 03 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 3 Timmy held his best friend's cock in his hand and heard Tom begging him to jack him off. This was unbelievable! They'd jacked off together, and sometimes had even done each other, but never like this. "Please, Timmy! I've gotta get my rocks off and it'll feel so much better if you do it for me!" pleaded Tom. Timmy began the up and down motion on Tom's shaft that he knew would make Tom cum. The pre-cum dripping from Tom's cock head coupled with the Vaseline that was still on Timmy's hand made the shaft slicker than usual, and Tom felt every move Timmy made, enhanced by the butt plug Timmy had just put up Tom's asshole. "Oh God, yes! Keep pumping! This feels wonderful!!" moaned Tom. Timmy's hand kept sliding up and down the slick shaft as Tom rolled his head from side to side. He held his ankles with his hands and Timmy could see the muscles in his buttocks squeezing on the plug. With his free hand, he reached over and pushed on the bottom of the plug. "OH MY GOD!" shouted Tom. "I don't know what you just did when you pushed that in but I just had the most intense tingling go through me. I though I was going to shoot my wad! DON'T STOP!" Tom pushed on the end of the plug again, and Tom jerked his butt off the bed. Timmy almost lost his grip on Tom's cock, but kept stroking, going faster and faster as he watched his friend sway and buck on the bed. With one final spasm, Tom let out a loud grunt and cum flew from the end of his cock all over his shirt, with a couple of spurts that landed on his face. As it slowed down to a dribble, it ran down Timmy's hand. His friend let go of his ankles and let his legs slowly fall to the bed. "Oh, that felt SO good," Tom finally said. "Thanks Timmy. You would not believe how I feel right now. Timmy quickly realized that he wanted to feel that way, too, and if it was going to happen, it had to be right now. "Tom, I want to try the butt plug." "I figured you would," said Tom. "Pull it out of me then take it into the bathroom and wash it off." Tom pulled his legs back over his chest and Timmy gripped the base, pulling it backward. It didn't want to come at first, but Timmy slowly pried it from the grip of Tom's hole. He took it into the bathroom and cleaned it off, then came back to Tom's bedroom, where Tom had stripped off his shirt and now waited for his friend naked. "Ok, Timmy, while I rub the Vaseline on the plug, you take off all your clothes. It might be hard to explain if your shirt wound up like mine did," chuckled Tom. Totally undressed, Timmy laid down on Tom's bed and slowly assumed the position his friend had been in just moments before. As Tom rubbed the cream on Timmy's open asshole, he jerked involuntarily. Tom pressed the tip of his finger to Timmy's hole and rubbed the cream around slowly, and ran the tip of his finger barely inside Timmy. Another jerk, but Timmy made no effort to stop Tom. He was surprised at how good it felt. "OK, Timmy," said Tom. "I'm going to start putting it into you now. I'll try to be careful, but if it hurts, let me know and I'll stop." Tom put the point of the plug on Timmy's waiting hole and slowly started pushing. The tip disappeared into Timmy and slowly more and more of the plug buried itself inside the boy. It hurt, but Tom was being very slow, and he had also started rubbing Timmy's growing cock, which eased the pain somewhat. Finally, Tom had worked all three inches of the plug into Timmy as he continued to jack him off. "Oh that does feel good," moaned Timmy. "It's never felt this good before. Don't stop. I want to cum quickly!" Tom did as his friend asked, and began massaging Timmy's slick shaft faster and faster. He pressed in on the plug and Timmy felt a shiver run up and down his spine, more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. Twice more Tom pressed in on the end of the plug and twice more Timmy shuddered. When Tom pushed it in a third time, Timmy couldn't stand it anymore. Thick ropes of white cum shot out of his cock, landing on the pillow beside his head, then his chest, his chin and finally trickling down Tom's hand. Tom smiled down on his friend as he remembered how it had felt for him just moments ago. Timmy laid there for a few minutes with his eyes closed, still holding his legs in the air. Tom was rolling the end of the plug slowly and it felt good deep inside Timmy. Finally, he couldn't hold his legs any longer, and they collapsed onto the bed. As they dropped, the plug slid out and onto the bed. "WOW! You were right, Tom. That felt great!" said Timmy, looking straight at his friend. "I wonder how I can get me one of those things!" "I'll look around and see if Dad has another one hidden somewhere," answered Tom. "We'd better get cleaned up. We have to be at the 'Y" in about 15 minutes for practice." "I'm not sure I can stand up after that, let alone swim for an hour," said Timmy with a grin. "Well, at least we won't have a bulge problem today," said Tom. Practice went well, and both the boys put out extra effort to keep up with the rest of the swimmers. And as Tom had guessed, they didn't develop bulges in their suits. Even Tom's normally half-erect cock was short and soft. Sara Anderson was busy with two other girls at the other end of the pool for most of the practice, so she didn't spend time with Tom. When it came time for showers, neither boy felt the need they had experienced the day before. That night, Tom called Timmy just after dinner to let him know that he had found another butt plug hidden in his dad's dresser. The one he found was larger, so he was going to keep it and loan Timmy the shorter one. They wouldn't be able to go to Tom's house after school the next day, since his mom was having some kind of meeting there, so Tom said he'd bring it to school with him. At lunch the next day, Tom sat down next to Timmy and handed him a box in a small sack. "Here it is, guy, but I don't have any Vaseline to go with it," said Tom. "That's OK, I can probably find some at home," answered Timmy. "Did you put the bigger one in last night?" "Yeah, I did, and I have it in right now!" said Tom. "This is an incredible feeling. Dad is right. I feel like my asshole is getting stretched out and having this thing inside me doesn't hurt anymore. Every once in a while I get these tingly feelings when I'm walking and I swear I'm going to shoot in my pants. In fact, I took one of my Dad's condoms and put it on in case it happens!" Timmy looked down at his friend's crotch and noticed the bulge pushing the front of his pants out slightly. "I'm wearing my jock strap to hold it back," said Tom as he noticed his friend's stare. "The only problem I have now is how I'm going to get this stuff off before swim practice today." "My house is out," said Timmy. "My sister will be home and I'm sure we don't want to get caught with these things." Tom smiled a knowing grin. "Right. I'll just have to do it at home before practice. Hope Mom's friends don't hear me moan when I take this thing out!" That night, Timmy slid the plug inside himself just before he got in the shower. It felt wonderful, and he jacked himself off enjoying the sensations the plug was giving him. Without taking it out, he pulled on a pair of gym shorts he usually slept in and went to bed, playing with his half-hard cock as he fell asleep. The next morning, he woke up with his pole standing straight up, aching for release. Timmy wrapped his fingers around himself and slowly jacked off, occasionally putting his other hand between his legs to move the plug around inside himself. After just a couple of minutes, he shot a load of jism onto his chest. It wasn't as intense as his session with Tom, but it still felt really good. Back in the bathroom, he pulled out the plug and cleaned it off, putting it back into the box, and hiding it behind the towels in the linen closet, where he would retrieve it later when everyone was gone. It was Friday, and he was due at the doctor's office at 10:30 that morning for his physical for Camp Clover. At breakfast, his mom gave him a note for the school office letting them know he would be leaving school at the end of his second class and would probably be out until after lunch. "Are you going to be taking me to the doctor?" Tim asked his mother. His Dad had already left for work. "No, I can't, but his office is only a couple of blocks from the school. I've already been there and filled out all the forms and they'll be expecting you," his mom told him. "Besides, you keep telling me you're a big boy. Now you can prove it." With that, she kissed Timmy on the forehead and left the room. When his second class ended, Timmy headed for his locker, and ran into Tom. "I'm leaving for the doctor's office now. Wish me luck," Timmy said. "If you get back before lunch, let me know how it goes. I have to be there at 1pm," said Tom. With that, Timmy headed toward the door and left the building, headed toward the address his mother had written on the back of her business card that morning. The office was located in an older home that had been converted. The reception area had probably been the living room, and it was filled with several overstuffed chairs and a couple of sofas. Sitting in the corner were what looked to be a brother and sister with their mother. The boy was about Timmy's age, the girl a little younger. After checking with the receptionist, Timmy found himself drawn to the boy. He sat down a couple of seats away from him, and caught himself gazing at him. The boy had sandy brown hair, deep blue eyes and a thin build. It was hard to tell how tall the boy was because he was sitting. "Hi!" said the boy. "My name is Nathan. Are you here for the Camp Clover physical?" "Yes, I am. My name's Timmy," he told the boy. "You ever been to Camp Clover before?" "No, I haven't, but my older brother went a couple of years ago. It's funny, but he won't tell me anything about it, either," said Nathan. "And you shouldn't be talking about it now," said the woman sitting next to him. "One of the best things about Clover is the surprises you find there. We don't encourage the campers to talk about it. Hi, my name is Susan, and I'm going to be one of the camp directors at your session. You must be Timmy Tyler." "That's right. You can't tell me anything about the camp?" "Only that we think you're really going to enjoy it," Susan answered. "You'll find out soon enough." "Dad says I'll be getting some extra swimming practice there. Is it some kind of a sports camp?" asked Timmy. "You might say that," said Susan. "You'll be getting quite a workout while you're there. But I promise you'll have fun." Nathan added, "I'm looking forward to the horseback riding. Mom says they have a very nice stable they share with the girl's camp." "I've never ridden before," said Timmy. "I'd really like to try that." "I'll make sure you get some saddle time while you're there, Timmy," said Susan, opening her notebook and writing something down. Just then a door opened and a woman in a nurse's uniform called Timmy's name. He got up and went with her, saying goodbye to Nathan and Susan, telling them that he would be looking forward to seeing them at camp. The examining room was very much like every other doctor's office Timmy could remember seeing, except for the table, which had a large hole in the middle of it. The nurse gave Timmy a paper gown and told him to take off his clothes and that the doctor would be with him in a few minutes. Stripping down to his underwear, Timmy put on the gown and sat down on the end of the table. He looked closer at the hole and discovered it was actually a rubber tube with ribbed sides recessed into the table. He also noticed that the bottom of the table had three sections running from where the section joined the table to the end of the section. He wondered what all of that was for. There was a knock at the door and it opened quickly. Into the room came a tall, tanned gentleman wearing a white smock. He looked to be in his mid 40's and very well built. "Hello, Timmy. I'm Dr. Burmeister and I understand that you are going to be attending Camp Clover this summer. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, since I'm the camp doctor, too." "Nice to meet you, Doctor," said Timmy. "I'll bet you won't tell me anything about the camp either, will you?" "That's right, Timmy. I don't want to ruin the surprises we have planned. I understand you met Susan in the lobby," said the doctor. "She'll make sure you have fun there. "Now for the exam. I need you to take off your underwear and your gown so I can get some accurate measurements. We'll start with your height and weight, then do some body measurements. It's easier for me to do them when you're undressed. If you get embarrassed or feel uncomfortable about anything I'm doing, let me know and we'll discuss it, OK?" asked Dr. Burmeister. "I guess that's OK," answered Timmy. He felt strange about being totally naked in front of a man he'd only met a minute before. "Good. Now stand on the scale and let's get started. I see you're 155 pounds, five foot eight inches. And you're sixteen, Timmy?" "Not yet. My birthday is coming up just before camp starts," said Timmy. "Well, we'll try to make your birthday special for you. Let me measure around your neck, chest, waist, and buttocks, then I'll do your arms and legs," said the doctor. As the doctor passed a cloth tape measure over Timmy's body, Timmy noticed that his penis was starting to grow. He wanted to cover it with his hand, hide it with a pillow, something, anything, to keep the doctor from seeing it, but it was no use. By the time the doctor had measured his inseam, Timmy had a raging hardon. "There's no need to be embarrassed about that, Timmy," said Dr. Burmeister. "At your age, physical stimulation will cause erections just like that. Besides, it saves me the work of getting you hard so I can measure your penis." And with that, the doctor put the tape measure at the base of his cock and measured it to the tip. "Seven inches. Good. A great start." "Doctor, why did you have to measure that?" Timmy asked. "We'll be charting your progress at camp, and we need a complete set of measurements to track your development over the summer," answered the doctor. "Don't worry about it now. There will be plenty of time to explain it while we're at camp, Timmy. "Now I need you to hop up on the table and lay face down so I can do a rectal exam. Put your penis into the hole on the table. You'll be more comfortable that way." Now Timmy knew what the hole was for. As he laid down, he put the end of his cock into the hole and noticed that it slid into the tube and that the ribbing on the edges felt exciting as he pushed in. The doctor arranged Timmy's arms at his side and put his legs on the two outer pieces of the lower section of the table, then dropped the center piece down. "What I'm going to do next, Timmy, is for your safety. I'm going to run straps across your back, arms and legs to hold you in place while I do this exam. If they're too tight, let me know, but they will have to fit snugly so you don't move a lot," said the doctor. Dr. Burmeister carefully strapped Timmy to the table, then spread the two leg pieces apart further, opening Timmy's crotch wide. The doctor then went to a cabinet in front of Timmy and took out what appeared to be a large plastic penis with several wires coming out from the back. "This is a rectal probe, Timmy. It has a light and a camera built into the end so I can see inside your bowels. It will be uncomfortable as I put it in, but once it's inside you should get used to the feeling. I'm going to put some ointment on your butthole to help it slide in better, and it may be a little cold," said the doctor. "Oh, I see you've already put some Vaseline in here, Timmy. When did you do that?" Timmy was so embarrassed. He didn't realize that he hadn't completely cleaned himself up after last night. "Don't worry, Timmy. If you're being sexually active, I need to know. Have you been having anal sex?" "NO!" said Timmy. "I've never done ANYTHING like that." "Then where did it come from, and you have to be totally honest with me. Anything you tell me will never be repeated outside of this office," said Dr. Burmeister. "Are you sure?" The doctor nodded affirmatively. "OK, then, I used a butt plug I got from a friend of mine who'll be going to camp, too. His dad gave it to him and told him it would help make the examination more comfortable," Timmy confessed. "I wore it overnight and I guess I didn't get myself cleaned out enough this morning." "That's OK, Timmy. It was a good idea, too. I'll bet that was Doug, wasn't it? I gave his dad several different sized plugs to try on him." "Do you know Doug?" asked Timmy. "No I don't, but I've known his parents for several years. In fact, I know your parents, too. I'm a little surprised your mom or dad didn't suggest the plug to you. Oh well, at least you have some idea of what's about to happen to you," said Dr. Burmeister. "Ready?" "About as ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Let's do it," said Timmy. And with that, the doctor began to slide the probe into Timmy's widening asshole. (more to come) As always, your comments are welcome to chipster071053@yahoo.com.