Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2018 23:55:48 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: "Wilson Goes to Camp" Chapter 2 - Learning About Bate Camp This is the second installment of a story called "Wilson Goes to Camp" Chapter 2- Learning about `Bate Camp' This turning point in my sexual journey may be where my background might diverge from the reader's. Whether it resembles yours or not, I hope that when I finish my tale, you'll have a better idea of how I became such a masturbation addict. Marty and his son, Brian spent much of Brian's adolescence in England, as I told you earlier. What Brian didn't tell me until after we'd witnessed Marty jacking off that night was that after Brian's folks divorced, dad and son spent some summer holidays in Italy. While there, Marty introduced Brian to a camp experience that Marty's uncle long before had introduced him to as a teenager—`Bate Camp.' It wasn't called that officially, of course, but that's what they came to refer to it as in their family. It's there that Brian—and Marty before that—learned all about frottage, sucking cock, ass play and other stuff that he was teaching me now that we were step-brothers and roomies. In Italy, as well as Portugal, Germany and Austria, the age of consent is only 14, and it was when Marty was 15 that his uncle signed him up for Bate Camp in the late 70s. Later, when Marty's own son, Brian, turned 14, Marty enrolled him also and it changed both of their lives—and ultimately, mine. I've since learned from both Marty and Brian that what they called the `bate camp' started out as a family-friendly nudist camp on a secluded mountain lake in northern Italy. It didn't take the staff long to figure out that the family members that were 1) male and 2) 13-16 years of age and 3) sporting perpetual boners were a distraction from the rest of the family campers and were subsequently herded to cabins at the far end of the complex. That part of the camp became known as `Tumescent Cove.' Over the years, families soon began to separate along gender lines, with the moms, daughters and younger boys occupying the main complex and the dads and adolescent sons migrated to the far end. The teenage boys would pretty much stay in their area for the entire stay, but the dads would meander back and forth between the camps, with one or two dads serving as chaperones down at `boner acres' at night. Word got around camp that the boys—and their older chaperones—were having way more fun masturbating with each other than at the co-ed, family end of the camp, where the men had to behave themselves, even though the family end had plenty of beautiful girls and women, some with beautiful full tits and bald or nearly hairless little cunts to look at. In any event, at boner acres, those campers learned that it was not only OK to get a hard on, but that it was fun to display, compare and encourage masturbation while in the cabin and around camp when it was just other guys around. They also learned to accept that the fat, skinny, loud, quiet, cut and uncut alike loved to masturbate just like them—and to appreciate their differences. It was only a few years before most of the camp was given over to this demographic almost entirely; indeed the camp changed its focus and advertising to become a camp for adolescent boys and their male relatives—dads, stepdads, uncles, older siblings and even granddads—to come and learn about their own sexuality and relationships with other men of all ages, shapes, colors and sizes. Europeans seem to have recognized long ago that no one is 100% gay or 100% straight—all of us are somewhere along a spectrum of attraction to both sexes. In any case, the segregated areas of the camp allowed everyone to become more comfortable with their own sexuality. This was about the time Marty's uncle had attended with his family, noticed the enclave of masturbating boys and, since he had no sons of his own, `borrowed' and got his nephew, Marty, enrolled. One of the features that appealed to Marty's uncle was that each boy enrolled had to have an older male `sponsor'—someone who nominated them for attendance, brought the boy to the camp and, over the course of the two-week session, visited and participated in the sexual goings-on on two specific camp days. The dads couldn't stay in the camp for the entire two weeks, but were expected to spend the middle and last weekend at the camp. This would include participating in a `trade-a-dad' auction on the sixth day, as well as a ritual `bonding' event on the last evening of camp, where indeed some of the big brothers, uncles, stepdads and even some of the fathers had anal intercourse with their own `sons' in a ritual group session around a `grand finale' campfire. Marty's uncle served as his sponsor and indeed got to fuck Marty on their last night. You might wonder where Marty's biological dad was in all this. As it ends up, he had taken the entire family to the resort a few years earlier and witnessed the separated sections of the camp. He was one of the dads that cycled through `cock cove' and learned what a wonderful experience it was turning out to be for both dads and sons. It ends up that at the time Marty was ready for the camp himself, his own dad was unable to attend due to business demands, so he, in fact, asked his brother—Marty's uncle—to serve as `dad' for Marty, since he had no sons of his own. Brian explained that this was how it worked for both Marty as a teen and later, Brian with Marty. After the older male sponsor—let's call him the dad for now—dropped the boy off on day one, the boy was assigned to a cabin with 10-12 others and an assigned counselor. This counselor was typically an older boy who attended camp at least two years previously and volunteered to come and mentor a group of younger ones in the way of male bonding. Campers were encouraged to masturbate often with their cabin mates and even eat and sleep nude when possible. These counselors also served as instructors for the various courses and events that the attendees could sign up for. By the time Brian went to camp, he could sign up for classes like genital shaving and grooming, anal techniques during masturbation, use of sex toys and hardware, group exercises, erotic massage, or `electro-stimulation' edging—where campers made their own e-stim kits and tried them out on each other as well as on the visiting dads. There were also activities like nude swimming, volleyball and even wrestling during the day. At night, there was movie night in the mess hall showing regular late-release movies and also some straight porn on opposite walls—needless to say all the chairs were turned to watch the porn with very few watching the adventure movies. I guess the camp administrators had to advertise the adventure and other first-run movies to explain everyone going to the hall at night, but didn't care that no one was watching them. Baseball caps, sneakers and sunglasses were often the only thing we wore for the whole two weeks, although some sported speedos, jockstraps, or tightie-whities. It was all up to the campers and their degree of comfort around other boys and men. The most stunning revelation—and the one that got me the hottest—was that Marty's uncle fucked Marty during the grand finale ritual on his last night and that Marty, in turn, fucked Brian on his last night at camp. As Brian explained it, the two-week buildup of penis worship made this ultimate gesture of male-male bonding a natural follow-on to the awesome experience that bate camp provided for every camper and every dad. Brian went on to say that he and Marty had discussed the last night ritual and that he—Brian--was game to either fuck me or let me fuck him whenever I wanted to try it, but that he'd held off introducing that into our regular bate sessions since he thought my hole was too small to take him and he didn't want to force himself on me. About this time, Brian dug through his desk and came up with a series of what he called `butt plugs' that looked sort of like mushrooms with fat bulges on the stems. "If you insert these plugs into your ass, starting with the smallest and working up to the big one, before you know it, you'll be able to take my thumb or even my dick in your ass. Like I said, you'll like the extra force of your orgasms with something up your butt... these plugs are a pretty good start." Sure enough, even though Brian had to help me get the small one into my ass at first, I came almost right away and eventually, got used to having the plug up there stimulating my prostate every time I sat down or even walked around. Within a few short months, I was taking the largest plug and was loving the sensation. I even wore a plug to school one time—a story for another time. Anyway, before long, Brian and Marty were openly talking about their bate-camp experiences, including their fuck session on the last night. I asked about that specifically and they talked at length about how special that night was for both of them and how they hadn't repeated it since—something both had agreed to after that night. I guess they didn't want to erode that special feeling each had for the experience. In other words, it wasn't just a fuck, but was a special culmination of two weeks of sexual activity that just made sense in the context of bate camp; that it would be cheapened by repeating it now. Also, it would have been hard to explain to just about anybody else if they'd been `caught.' We often talked about male bonding sexuality and what that meant to relationships with each other, other men/boys; as well as with women. It was pretty clear to me that bisexuality was more widespread and accepted than I'd known and that if I was willing, they would help me grow to appreciate how sex with men would enhance my relationships with girls and women later. They understood that society's perceptions of male sexual bonding labeled this activity as `gay,' but they assured me that they both loved women and intended to live happily ever after with women they loved—but intended to continue messing around with other men as well. Marty asked me if I was game for attending my first camp the next summer when he, Brian and I were in England for the summer—England's age of consent was 16, so since I had just turned 16, there was no problem, even though we were all American citizens. After listening to their stories, I couldn't wait to have my own camp experience and every time we talked about this I got a raging hard-on and had to jack off immediately—sometimes with Brian and sometimes alone. Marty said he'd act as the dad for me and that Brian could be a counselor since he'd been more than once already. Everything was set for that first summer in the bate camp they'd found in Devon, in western England. Having scheduled my bate-camp date, it seemed that all the barriers among Marty, Brian and me came down. Brian and I continued jacking off together in our room, but now Marty also joined us whenever he could sneak in. Initially, he snuck into our room and watched Brian and I jack our cocks while pulling his own out and joining in, usually from across the room. Over the next few weeks, however, he became more active and involved. I came to appreciate his more mature, heavier muscled and hairier body. I thought it was interesting that he usually snuck into our room while my mom was showering—we could hear the water running in their bathroom. Then Marty would appear in our room and pull his big, meaty dick out. Eventually he handled Brian's, then my cock during his brief visits and ultimately put our peters in his mouth. This always made me cum immediately, but over time I was able to take his sucking without blasting away. After he'd suck one or both of us off, he left with a raging hard on and wouldn't let us suck him in return. We soon figured out that he was warming up with us to go fuck my mom. Her muffled moans and giggles told us she was very happy Marty had joined us before joining her for a vigorous fuck that seemed to go on for hours. I don't know if she knew he was jacking off with us or not, but clearly she was the recipient of dad's randy nature and massive boner after a warm-up with us. During our 3-way jack-off sessions, I still thought his prick was enormous compared to Brian's and mine—and it was decidedly larger—but whenever he joined us, it was his penchant for sucking our cocks that caused the most change to our masturbation routines. Marty loved taking our cocks deep into his mouth (one at a time, that is) and holding it there until he couldn't breathe, then releasing it to throb and twitch until he'd plunge it back in all the way to the balls once he'd caught his breath. At first he only had to do that about 3 times before I'd shoot my goo down his throat or onto his face, but Brian could last about 5 minutes. I loved watching Brian's face when Marty took him deep. I guessed from Brian's expression that this was his favorite activity. While Marty blew me, he also probed my anus with a finger or thumb to test my readiness for further anal activity, I guess. "You need to help Wilson here work on spreading his asshole open wider," Marty said to Brian one night after probing my anus... I can barely get my finger in there now." "I gave him my butt-plugs and he's been using `em to open up... you think he's tight now, you should've felt his tiny hole a few weeks ago," said Brian. Whenever we talked about bate camp, Marty mentioned that he hoped he and I could participate in the ritual fuck at the end of camp. I was apprehensive about ever getting Marty's—or anybody's—cock up my ass, but I know how much it had meant to Brian when Marty fucked him on their last night, so I was OK with working on being able to take either one of them into my tight butt. Time would tell if I followed through at camp.