Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 18:20:49 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 13 This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It's called "Wilson Goes to Camp and will probably end up at about 25 chapters or so, even though I've only written 14 so far (sorry, this number keeps changing—this story is sort of writing itself! I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky--sorry. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published—and I get to keep cumming! Chapter 13- Sexual Preference I awoke after sleeping soundly, but for some unexplained reason, was still horny as hell! Pretty incredible, considering I'd cum 4 times yesterday... I wondered what was in store for my first full day at camp. Sticking the enema machine into my anus didn't help much—I was at max erection and leaking before I'd finished `flushing' my second bottle... and I wasn't the only one. I don't know if I inspired the others to bone up after seeing me hard or if having the nozzle up their own asses got them going, but in any case, there were half a dozen of us `cabin 5-ers' stroking hard, leaking cocks in the shower, before we even left for the dining hall... not having to get dressed at all before heading out was sure a bonus. Just slip on some flip-flops and head out naked; just as we were meant to be. While finishing up at breakfast, Clay found us all and said there'd be a schedule change for us. At 9 o'clock, the assembled campers were supposed to get a rundown right there in the dining hall on all the classes we could take; however, we were to be the first group through the `sexual preference' measurement lab. I remembered Mr. Cooper saying something in his welcome speech about this being the first year they'd be having campers go through that; I was curious but apprehensive about finding out `what made me tick' sexually. By now our hard-ons had subsided as we wandered over to the classroom building. When we entered the `lab' I'd seen yesterday, I was glad to see these weren't lie detectors set up around the room. There were about a dozen gizmos with wires attached on each desk. Clay moved to the front of the class and told us each to sit by one of the stations. He introduced Travis as the `proctor' for our upcoming session. Travis was one hot `jock'—his dark hair and olive skin indicated some kind of southern Mediterranean or Middle Eastern lineage. He was well muscled, showing the upper body of a dedicated weight-lifter—or at least a genetically gifted hunk; especially his bulging pecs and biceps. He had almost no body hair and I wondered if this was natural or if he shaved it off to show off his impressive build. His large, uncut penis and pendulous ball-sack hung halfway to his knees and I wondered what he would look like boned up. It wouldn't be long before we found out just how impressive his `equipment' really was! After my conversation with my step-brother, Brian, last night, I found myself wondering if Travis was one of those that preferred to fuck his fellow counselors in the dorm or if he was what they call a `bottom,' preferring to let others penetrate him. I was getting chubby again staring at his beautiful naked body and thinking about his preferences. "I suspect each of you is a little bit apprehensive about participating in this evaluation," said Travis, "rest assured that nothing we measure will be disclosed to anyone but you. Your specific results will be included on a thumb drive that each of you will get when you leave camp on the last day... that thumb drive will also have each of your fellow campers' skype interviews, so if you happen to miss seeing one or more of those in your cabins, you can catch up and watch them at your leisure once you're home... just be careful about showing them to others or letting them get out of your control, as you can imagine, some of the `confessions' in those interviews are pretty amazing—and potentially embarrassing—to your fellow campers and could be prejudicial to their reputations. Also included will be your `conglomerated' data that we're starting to collect here. Before I go much further—and in the spirit of full disclosure, I must tell you that I attended camp 6 years ago; I graduated from college last month and will be entering graduate school in the fall; I'm the one collecting and collating this data for my master's thesis. "Back to this particular evaluation," he continued, "we are studying the collective results for submission to various academic journals that present data on human sexuality. But, and this is an important `but', the data is presented without association with any particular examinee... to further explain this, here's a chart of the counselors that we evaluated last week, before you reported to camp... it only has 25 or so data points, or spots, so it may be a little more difficult to make out trend lines, but I think you can see that your counselors mirror what we suspect will be the results for you and your fellow campers. Also notice that there is no association of any `spot' with any particular individual... that is kept strictly confidential. He put up a slide on the wall that had a `spot' for each examinee on a grid that measured sexual responses. The left scale said `arousal level', with a scale of 0 to 10; the bottom axis was labeled `male stimulus' with an arrow pointing left and `female stimulus' with another arrow pointing right; each of those scales showed ticks of one to five with `equal' in the center and graduated to `strong' on the ends. Most of us had seen graphs like this in science classes, so it was pretty easy to see the trend lines if you connected the spots. Most of them were clumped near the center, as Mr. Cooper explained yesterday, but there were a few outliers that favored either the `female' or `male' ends of the clump... none of the spots were at the extreme end of either scale—also something we expected from Mr. Cooper's explanation. "We can overlay a variety of third dimensions onto our basic data," he said, changing the slide to another that showed a third scale on a 3-D graph, "this one in particular we call the `age preference' factor, you may be able to discern that, again, most of the spots are clumped in the center, or `equal preference' portion of the measurement; it's pretty easy to see, however, that we get more outliers here than in the male-female measurement... in other words, while most of your counselors are equally aroused seeing male- and female-specific stimuli, many are more intensely interested in different age groups. Here you can see that many of the counselors—who, remember, are 20-somethings—show definite preference for younger male—and female, I might add—stimuli; still others strongly react to sexual stimuli for older male and female sexual partners. We did not expect such diverse measurements, but will be sure to take a look at your responses and develop hypotheses on these factors as well. Although I haven't yet studied all the results, we can also determine the subject's preference for racial characteristics, body hair, hair and eye color, skin tone or `adornments,' like tattoos and piercings. Whatever we measure with you will be in your profile, but again, with no association to you specifically in our collective, published results. I thought about how much all this equipment must have cost and wondered if there more to this `research' than just Travis writing a master's thesis. The future—both immediate and long term—would hold some surprises for all of us campers, counselors and dads that this seemingly innocent research project would generate. "With that, why don't we get started... Clay and I will be hooking each of you up individually to the apparatus on the desk by your side... Please don't start handling the equipment yourselves... we'll take care of hooking you up. However, because we don't have an assistant at each desk, we will be asking each of you to start the programs when we tell you it's time and also to turn the machines off at the end. "I know it all looks a little bit intimidating with all the wires and such... ordinarily, this equipment is used in our class on electronic stimulation, or e-stim for short. E-stim sets have become popular recently as a means to add to your individual sexual experience—and we will be able to demonstrate that and let you use these sorts of implements on each other and yourselves if you elect to take that course some time later during camp... the purpose here today, however, is not to stimulate, but to measure your reaction to the visuals in these goggles. This is a good time to mention that one limitation of our measurement is that you'll only receive stimulus from a virtual goggle and set of ear buds that you'll wear—we aren't able to stimulate your other senses, like touch or smell, with the system we currently have. Travis held up a set of goggles similar to those I'd seen on TV, where someone does a virtual reality tour of someplace or on gamers with enhanced software that lets them `be there' and see with more fidelity than just a flat screen. "These goggles will project the images; in order for us to know that we know the system's working throughout the test, the monitors on the desk will also show us exactly what you're viewing and where you're directing the system to take you... and I do mean directing—your `exploration' while viewing the scene will enable the software to decide what's next in your visual `journey' today. "One last thing before we begin hooking you up... our sensors measure your heart rate, blood pressure and respiration, as you'd expect. What's different here is that we'll also measure your erectile response in two places on your penis, pre-cum production rates, scrotum contraction, anal twitch responses, nipple erection and armpit moisture. If and when you reach orgasm, it will also measure semen production, number of prostate contractions and overall strength of your climax. The virtual goggles will also `watch' your responses—such as pupil dilation—as well as track what you watch when there are multiple stimuli in your field of view. In other words, if you get turned on by something you see, the system will know what specific person or persons or parts thereof that you were watching as well as how stimulated you got while watching them. Here's a feature we just added—you'll have a game controller in your hands... just like the ones you all play with for hours at home—probably the only thing you handle more often than your own penis." Titters. "It will allow you to maneuver within the field of view to change your virtual position in each scene. For example, you can look down on someone, `fly' around behind them or otherwise observe any action presented from any angle. The computer will keep track not only of what you watched, but from what observation angle—or what specific body part—gave you the biggest thrill. Further, the computer will decide the `actor composition,' view angle and body parts it will present in subsequent scenes. "As the evaluation proceeds, we ask that you not touch any part of your body, even though I'm here to tell you, some of the stimuli are very arousing and you're going to want to stroke, pinch or prod some part of your body in response... please don't yield to those temptations—we'll get much better results if you don't. That's one of the reasons we gave you the game controller—to give you something to do with your hands instead of..., well whatever. Plus, at the end, you'll see a screen with a display of each of the vignettes you viewed earlier in the test; you can select the one that most aroused you, play it back and, that time through, touch yourself and cum at will, since we'll have finished the measurements. And as I said, we'll also be assessing the specifics of your orgasm—number of contractions, volume of ejaculate, and velocity of the sperm as it shoots out of your penis. We'll also pay attention to your recovery after orgasm—the hardness of your penis if and when it decreases, state of nipple erection, scrotal contraction, etc., at various periods after you finish. I noticed that talking about the sensors had turned Travis on somewhat. As he outlined each part of the sensor suite, I detected a small twitch in his cock that grew with each part of his description... by the time he got to the `recovery after orgasm' section, his prick was much thicker and longer and was sticking out away from his body at an angle, though still droopy, and his ball-sack had contracted—just like they expected ours to. I just love science class! With that, Clay and Travis moved to the first desk--LR's in this case—and began attaching various probes to his body. Travis wasn't the only person turned on by the discussion. His graphic description coupled with our anticipation for having our genitals hooked up to these measurement devices had each and every one of us leisurely stroking our penises—some all the way to fully erect... I was even leaking a little pre-cum. A quick glance over at Tristan confirmed that he, too was hard and leaking. Almost in unison, we both pinched a clear pearl of salty goodness off of our penises and licked it off our fingers. Clay observed our mutual pre-cum tasting, gave us a wink and tugged his fully-erected penis one more time. "I notice you're all cooperating to the fullest with our test here... you must have divined that it's much easier to attach these sensors to an already erect penis—thanks to all!" quipped Travis. Nervous laughter. The first thing they did to LR was have him recline in the large, overstuffed arm-chair at his station. They spread his crotch wide open by propping one leg up onto each of the padded arms. Clay took a curved flexible plastic 6-inch device off the adjacent desk and without preamble slid one end up into LR's anus—made easier by both his wide-spread legs and recently cleaned-out rectum. LR moaned slightly when he felt the finger-thick probe slide in deep, making contact with his swollen prostate. Once inserted, about an inch of the tip was still visible, with a thin wire leading to the desktop computer. Next, Travis cupped LR's weighty balls and pulled, stretching his scrotum down; with his other hand, he spread wide, then slipped a 2-inch rubber band around the `neck' of LR's stretched scrotum and let it go with a soft snap. When he released his balls, LR moaned again. Just as with the anal probe, a thin wire led to the same computer, evidently measuring his scrotal contractions. "The next part of this may be a little uncomfortable at first, but soon your penis will accommodate to the invasion and you won't even notice it's there," explained Travis, taking LR's hard cock in one hand, and spreading open the tip with two fingers, inserted a one-half-inch-long, thin, straw-looking device down into LR's piss hole; another small wire trailed out. "That's the first of three sensors we'll place in or on your penis," explained Travis. "The other two are simple stretch receptor `rubber bands'—one around your shaft about an inch behind the crown of your glans," he said, `skinning' the foreskin back to expose LR's entire bulbous, glistening glans; with his other hand, he spread a small rubber band and slid it over the tip down to encircle the shaft and hold the pulled-back foreskin in place. "And the third and last one goes all the way down to the root of your cock... like this." This one was similar to the first, but went all the way down to nestle among LR's soft pubic hair. Clay gathered the three wires together into in his hand and held them down against LR's pubic bone. Next, Travis unwrapped an ordinary-looking rubber and carefully placed it against the glans, then unrolled it all the way to the base, allowing Clay—the expert `wire holder'—to release his hold on LR's thick cock. The securely positioned rubber held all three dick sensors in place as well as contained the wires that led to the computer. The rubber looked like your average prophylactic except that the empty tip hung down limply, showing about 3 times the empty volume of a normal collection reservoir... obviously in anticipation of `things to come.' Har har. Can you buy rubbers that'll hold this much cum or are these specially made for bate camp, I wondered. "OK, LR, you can bring your legs down if you want," explained Travis, "or you can leave them up there... some guys love the wide open `spread' feel when they masturbate; you may, too... the sensors will function in either position—the only thing that will disrupt the signals is if you grab onto your penis—or nipples or ass for that matter—please don't touch any part of your bodies, boys, until the end. The last components of the test apparatus are contained in this strap that we'll now put around your chest," he said. "Just raise your arms up, lean forward, and we can slip it up under your armpits... like so. They placed a 2-inch wide belt around LR's back and brought it around to the front of his chest, Velcro-ing it in front. On the belt were mounted various sensors which Clay and Travis slid around to match LR's anatomy—semi-rigid plastic cups were placed over his nipples. Clay squeezed each cup to remove the air and create a vacuum seal, then placed both onto his already-erect, fleshy nipples. Since the cups were clear, we could see the tender center `nub' part of his nipples get sucked up and stretched about half an inch up into the cup as Clay got them securely in place. The last step was moving small sponge-like devices down and under his armpits—the sweat sensors, I guessed. LR's face showed the sexual trauma he'd just been put through and the extraordinary urges he was probably feeling right then—I could only imagine the self-control it was taking to keep from stroking himself to orgasm... we'd all be there shortly. Now that LR was completely `harnessed,' Clay and Travis went around the room getting us all ready for the next step. Watching them secure each set of genitalia in the room was pretty arousing; I noticed nobody went soft for the next 15 minutes while we all got hooked up. Being all spread out with someone slipping a curved `finger' sensor into my ass and the subsequent impact on my prostate almost had me shoot my first load of the day, but I didn't want to be the only premature ejaculator in the room, so I conjured an imaginary picture of my 7th grade math teacher, Mrs. Snyder, naked, and that curbed the feeling somewhat. I almost lost it again when the probe was stuck down into my piss hole and again as the suction cups were affixed to my overly sensitive nipples, but more imaginary snapshots of Mrs. Snyder controlled those urges, too. While they finished up on the last of my cabin mates, both Clay and Travis were sporting heavy, bobbing erections. This handling of a dozen or more hard, young cocks, assholes and nipples must have been a pretty awesome assignment for them. I resolved two things: I was going to talk to Brian about his taking this test and ask how it affected him; also, I was FOR SURE going to sign up for the e-stim class—I was completely aware of the light touch of each and every sensor and was sure that if any or all of them were to become stimulating devices and not just passive sensors, it was going to be the next thing to heaven. After we donned our ear buds and VR goggles, Clay and Travis moved around the room making sure we had started our individual programs correctly, observing that our goggle displays were showing on the desk monitors. At least I assumed it was them, as someone almost made me cum early in my `film' by squeezing my balls and tapping on the sensor sticking out of my ass—I made it easy for them by staying spread wide with my legs up on the arms of the recliner. I found out later that they had to do this in order to see if the sensors were working—they could have warned us! I almost spooged before we even got to the good parts! The graphics were superb... it was a mix of animation, computer generation and live action fucking, sucking and jacking between and among adults of all ages and sexes. The `groupings' depicted ran the entire spectrum—from masturbating single boys and girls, older people and everything in between to large groups in various combinations—fat and skinny alike. There were young couples—both male-male and male-female—`doing' each other as well as engaged in `group gropes.' There were all-male orgies, all-female orgies and mixed orgies. While most were anonymous `actors,' I was surprised to see famous people and cartoon characters fucking other famous people or cartoon characters as well. There were S&M scenes with men tied up and S&M scenes with women tied up; all being `teased' or tortured by members of both sexes. The game controller in my hands enabled me to virtually `fly' around each scene and watch the `goings on' in every hole imaginable—by penis, finger or tongue. But that's not all! There were vignettes placed in medieval castles, on nude beaches, in flying aircraft and in the old west. Some even depicted subjects harnessed up like us—in this very lab!—with groups of formally dressed people wandering around with cocktails in their hands! We saw kids as young as about 5 `doing' other kids and adults and vice versa. People were jacking, fucking and sucking in cars, trains, buses, amusement park rides and in pools, hot tubs, bath tubs, rivers, oceans and lakes. Over the course of an hour or so, we witnessed every sex act I could imagine between every imaginable combination of partners and in or on every surface possible—and best of all, were able to `fly' around each scene at will. There was everything from kissing to sounding to fisting to pissing to scat; we even saw toes being sucked as well as a little bestiality! EWW! Back to the good stuff. Travis was right when he said we were going to want to join in with all—OK, most—of the on-screen festivities! I was sure I had pumped out a pint of pre-cum during the hour-long `tour;' if I had touched my cock, I was sure I would have shot the biggest load of my life. However, I managed to fly in and out of each scene and study the participants—and all their various dicks, cunts, tits and asses—in glorious high definition! There were hairy and hairless men, hairy and hairless women—including bald heads of both sexes, naturally hairless children, bearded and clean-shaven men sucking cock, licking pussy and eating ass. Heavily tattooed and/or pierced flesh was being fucked, sucked, tickled and prodded by heavily tattooed and/or pierced actors' lips, fingers or cocks. By the end of the session, I was limp and desperate for release—but hard as a rock and throbbing; my screen showed multiple tiles representing each of the scenarios I'd just witnessed. The computer had selected those I'd lingered on or `flew around' the most. I was very glad I could pick as my `favorite scene' to return to, a replay of one of the hot sequences I'd started watching just moments before the program ended. My selection probably identified me as some sort of pervert, but it proved to be the hottest scene I could imagine at that moment. My choice was an obviously computer-generated—I think—10-year-old Harry Potter who first `bewitched,' then undressed and thoroughly—and I mean thoroughly—had his way with a luscious, pre-pubescent but blossoming Hermione Granger. After Harry cast his spell and flicked his wand, Hermione swooned and groggily raised her arms, allowing him to pull the tunic up and over her head. She was completely naked now and stood before him, unmoving. Harry put down his wand, then stared, devouring her soft, white 10-year-old pre-pubescent body with his eyes. Her young, firm breasts were just starting to puff out and her fleshy nipples to pout slightly. I zoomed in close to see the puffy little nipples and stiff center nub—about the size of my little finger—sticking straight up and out... the graphics were so good I could see them throb slightly with each beat of her heart! They reminded me of the `boy-tits' I saw on young fat guys naked in the showers at school—only her nipples were puffier. Harry reached out and pawed and pinched both tits at the same time as Hermione moaned and her eyes rolled back. Releasing her reddening tits after a few moments of brutal squeezing, pinching and light slapping, he moved around to her side. He brought a finger up to her slightly-parted lips, fucking it in and out of her mouth, wetting it with her own saliva; he then used that lubrication to ease his finger into her tight little cunt. Likewise, a wetted finger on his other hand invaded her puckered and winking virgin anus. A bit later, it was two fingers in the mouth, then cunt or ass; then three. Before long, Hermione was nearly catatonic with sexual rapture from having both holes vigorously invaded by Harry's hands. The entire time she stood motionless except for the quivering reactions to his invading digits. Next, he backed away and pulled down his pants. Out popped a rampant 6-inch truncheon of a cock, slapping against his flat, white stomach when released from the confines of his pants. It bobbed up and down a couple of times, then hung straight out from his completely hairless torso, throbbing with each beat of his heart. His uncut penis wasn't huge in absolute terms, but looked incredibly large sticking out of this slim 10-year-old's body. The dick was already dripping strings of pre-cum from the slightly open foreskin at the tip as he stepped in and greedily attacked his completely naked prey again and again. His face was the Harry Potter I recognized from the movies, but his eyes were wide with lust behind his round glasses; sweat caking his black bangs against his forehead. His famous z-shaped scar was glowing red the whole time he handled poor, `drugged' Hermione. His debauchery moved on to include sucking until she nearly screamed, then ultimately fucking every one of her pre-adolescent, hairless holes with his tongue, fingers or pulsing, thick penis. She especially reacted when he repeatedly pinched and twisted her small, boyish breasts again and again; their puffy, pink nipples ached and throbbed while she moaned and jacked his large cock with her small hands, his cock slick with her pussy juice from the first vigorous fuck. I became acutely aware of the limitations of this `virtual' stimulus. I desperately wanted to knead, rub, suck and penetrate all of the awesome youthful flesh before me. Hermione's soft, white rounded body softly quivering at every one of Harry's vigorous assaults drove me mad to join in and invade whatever hole Harry was recently done with. At the same time, I almost ached to attack his hard, lithe, muscular body to give him a taste of the pummeling he was raining down on poor, shaking Hermione. I wanted to do the same things to him with my own tongue, fingers and dick on his nipples, cock, balls and puckered anus. I appreciated that I could `fly' around the scene—first watching him slide his thick cock into her tight cunt—or ass—from underneath, then from above, then from the side, watching her cute little white butt-cheeks quiver with each thrust; his own muscled bubble-butt clenching with each brutal stroke in or out. In any case, I think she came while he was ball-deep in her ass and was stretching out her nipples in front; a violent, convulsing shudder consumed her body and a whimper escaped her lips. Pulling out of her clenching anus and violently spinning her around, Harry pushed her to her knees before him and began pumping his engorged dick, launching his sperm all over her. Without touching my own penis, I shot right along with young Harry—gobs and gobs of cum shot out of each of our cocks and splashed against her pink, little-girl nipples, gushed into her open mouth and dribbled down her chin only to run down her torso. Her cute face, milk-white throat, swollen breast buds, flat, trim hairless body and bald little cunt were soon drenched with our combined semen. The river of cum ran down her thighs and was puddling on the floor at her knees. Before he finished the last of his orgasm, Harry lifted and flipped her back onto the chair she'd been kneeling in front of and thrust his still-shooting prick deep into her well-used cunt for the final three jets of his eruption. The entire time I was cumming, I `flew' around the scene with my controller, taking in close-up peeks at both his or her genitals, butts and chests; I was cumming without even touching my own cock at all—I felt it lurch and bob about wildly with every gush of my sperm; I came so hard I thought my dick was going to whip around and wobble so far it would completely detach from my body. My final three shots blasted out of my penis and splashed against the side of his dick, lubricating it as he pistoned in and out of Hermione's tight little snatch. I was awestruck that with each clench of my orgasm, the video showed jet after jet of my jizz flying out and onto these two kids. Ah, technology at its best! As I came down to earth, I felt my own semen that had overflowed the outsized rubber and leaked out around the base; soaking my fully contracted—and now fully spent—balls... it even ran down and drenched my winking butt-hole and the entire recliner seat under my still spread-wide ass. Suddenly I became aware of hot splashes of cum falling across my chest, stomach and thighs, mixing with my own as it ran down around my sopping-wet crotch. The program ended and the sound died, but I heard muffled murmurs and comments being made by someone close by. I pulled off the goggles and earbuds—there stood Tristan, Clay, Travis and a couple of other cabin mates gathered close around me vigorously jacking their dicks and squirting hot ropes of sperm across my prone body and spread-wide crotch. They were staring at the monitor by my chair, still showing the feed from my goggles; I don't know how long they'd been watching, but all of them knew I had just thoroughly spermed Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in the last throes of their own vigorous fucking! It didn't matter whether I was even there—their fixation on the screen was all they needed to go over the edge. I guess they figured if I could shoot my `virtual goo' on Harry and Hermione, they felt entitled to shoot their real goo all over me—and you know what? I didn't mind at all; another first for me—the `unaware' bukakke!