Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2021 21:34:38 +0000 From: Valerius Catullus Subject: Youth Group Campout (High School Bisexual) We all love the stories here so please consider donating to Nifty. Hello Readers! Welcome to my latest story. It always makes me happy to share the darkest corners of my mind with some kindred spirits. If you enjoy this one, please look for more stories by me, Valerius Catullus on Nifty. In my world, you will find all the boys are bi or gay, and all the girls are completely straight. You will find lots of MMF, MM, MMMF, but no girl on girl unless one or both of them is trans. Nobody is much interested in pussy and vaginas are only involved in masturbation, procreation and double penetration. IF you enjoy what you read, do not be afraid to say so. I am always happy to receive messages from kindred spirits and I try to always respond. pedicator@hotmail.com Youth Group Campout The Church I attended had an amazing choir and so in the days since my divorce, I had become far more involved in it as a way of keeping myself busy. That led to serving on committees and to helping with the youth group. Before I knew it, I had quite a bit on my hands to make sure I didn't brood or waste time feeling sorry for myself. My 7 year marriage had been a total disaster that had unwound in slow motion, becoming progressively more toxic as time went on. We really should never have gotten together in the first place, but in the society I grew up in, beggars can't be choosers when it comes to finding a partner. You see, I grew up in the South, on the Great Reservation, in the second generation born after the Great Reforms. My family had never been Godly. We were pretty secular and just wanted to live our lives in peace. But by not committing to the traditional morals of the Reservation, we were borderline outcasts under a sort of cloud of suspicion. My ex-wife's family came from a similar background except they were far more traditional. The fact that they were actively Catholic kept them in a grey area as well though. This is the part where I should explain a bit about recent history and clear up any possible misunderstandings. I am not a Native American, or at least not any more so than the rest of the people in my home state, that is to say, the blood is there mixed with that of Europe but the language and most of the traditions are gone. The Reservation of which I speak was the solution they came up with at the end of the Morality Wars in my grandparents' time. That conflict, which started over economics and then enabled the Great Reforms themselves ended the previous wave of Globalization and is the reason anyone reading this from Outside might be unaware of our situation. By the time of the TRUCE the Reformers had won and imposed their new morality (which was really based on an ancient one) on the United States. The Westerners were left to decide their future on a state by state basis, Texas went its own way and the East became the heartland of the new power structure. Those who were most attached to traditional Christian morality were given the South as a reservation where they could continue their way of life. After 20 years, census figures were used to shrink that area to fit the size of the traditional (or Godly, as they are known) population. Every 7 years it is re-assessed and adjusted. The original Charter said it could grow but all it has done is slowly shrink. The Normies (that is, the normal bulk of the population who don't hold to either camp) were also given smaller reserves but most chose to stay where they were. Up north they even tolerate Godlies though their numbers have been shrinking even faster there. Reformers are not welcome on the Great Reservation unless they are diplomats or on temporary business. I had always found the Godly atmosphere stifling so when a new census 3 years ago opened up the first free zone in my state and the new Reformist authorities announced they were accepting new people, we quickly ran to move there. The fights got worse right away. She was in culture shock over how open society could be there and I was enthralled with it. She insisted we find a "Church Home" so I found the Church of the Universal Mind, which is more like a philosophical society and has no real dogma. We both made some great friends there, none so dear to me as Elena. Elena was about my age and therefore 36 years old at the time of that magical campout. We met in the choir and had sung quite a few duets together. On weekends we went out to karaoke places or went on hikes and had gotten to know each other quite well. She was the first to point out how desperately I needed to get away from my wife and she was the one who gave me a place to stay so I could do it. She had also been the main person roping me into the youth group activities. We often played music together for small groups of friends and had a lot of the same interests. Since my divorce I had also developed a good bit of sexual tension with her that I had no idea how to act on, coming as we did from dramatically different backgrounds. She was a third-generation Reformer who viewed things that shocked me and left me speechless as normal and mundane. I had another interest that was making me a lot more nervous at that time. One of the members of the youth group named Alex had caught my eye and I had also caught his. Yes you read that right, I said his. That was one of the main things making me uncomfortable about these feelings. Being raised under Godly rule, any sexual contact at all between males , even a kiss, was seen as a sin and an abomination. The other thing that scared me about it was his age. He was only 16 and to the Godlies, any sexual activity before 21 or so was seen as wrong as was anything outside of marriage, which they idealized as the perfect sexual relationship. Normies like my family never saw things that way. For us the ideal was a male/female couple in love regardless of marriage and teenage sexuality was grudgingly tolerated but only in the shadows and only with other teens. Normies saw male/male sexuality as something disquieting to be kept in the shadows and many saw female/female sexuality as a salacious turn on sought out in porn. Reformers saw things VERY differently. The sexual ideal that caught everyone's eye was the beautiful teenage boy rather than girl (though feminine beauty was highly appreciated and meticulously cultivated) and the raw sexual energy of an older man fucking a younger boy was the idealized scene that turned everyone on. Male/female pairings were considered fun too and marriage was sort of left to individual preferences. Few even thought of it as a closed or permanent thing. And girl on girl sex was seen as something so revolting that the mere accusation of lesbianism could lead to a hair-pulling, scratching cat fight on the spot. Men of all ages were expected to be attracted to beautiful teens of both sexes and act on that attraction if the feelings were reciprocated. It was also considered normal for women of any age to do the same with teen boys. In this way, young people would be initiated and taught the pleasures of sex by those who already knew what they were doing. Vaginal virginity was closely guarded and often not given up until quite late (the average age was 21 or so and some waited quite a bit longer). But anal was the preferred act anyway and any willing ass, male or female, was considered fair game after the age of 13. Oral was permissible even younger and some youngsters, mostly girls, learned how to suck dick even younger. Licking pussy on the other hand was seen as a strange and somewhat unseemly activity that only a few fetishists went for. Going down on a girl usually meant licking her back door and only slightly teasing the front one. All this was seen as shocking by the normies and morally reprehensible by the godlies, but early predictions of disaster were not borne out, and the system functioned much more smoothly than either of its 2 main alternatives. With severe enforcement of the limits and an elaborate social and dress code meant to reinforce all the subtle rules, Many of the sexual crimes and discontents of the other 2 societies had evaporated in the Reformed Lands. The Free Zones, as they opened up, provided us in the South with a window on Reformed society, though to them it seemed backwards by comparison. As the Godlies either left or paid the extra taxes to stay and mope in their compounds, we Normies were far more likely to integrate to various degrees and see the changes up close. I was astonished by it all and part of me admired it, but I still paid my poll tax and wavered on whether to commit or stay on the Normal side. It was just so much to absorb. A case in point was our youth camp out. There were five of us adults supervising over 100 kids. Elena pointed out to me that when sex and alcohol are not taboos to be piunished by the police and the courts, much of the incentive for micromanaging teenagers just goes out the window and the more mundane leadership roles can even be delegated to the oldest cohort of our charges. Any organized activities were finished by 4 pm and then the party got started, though this did often include performances of various kinds. On the third night, there was a pool party going on and various short theatrical skits and musical sets were being performed on the little stage by the main cabin. Everyone was wearing swimsuits and in these were coded their intentions. GIrls wearing some shade of red indicated interest in sex as did boys wearing blue. Boys in yellow and girls in green were signalling "leave me alone" (there were precious few of these) and to touch them was strictly forbidden. Anyone wearing a thong was open to being anally penetrated. This covered about a third of the girls and maybe 80% of the boys, with those proportions much higher in the upper grades than the younger. To my dismay I had been informed that the same codes went for the counselors. I was advised to wear blue (because celibate counsilors were viewed as boring and were a potential target for pranks), and it looked like all 5 of us had worn the open colours. I did make sure my swimming trunks were as far from thong-like as possible and even Elena wore something more covering. As time went on every night, more of these clothes came off. Toplessness was not a big deal for them and even total nudity was acceptable in certain contexts. It also allowed them to telegraph another code. Girls with unshaved pussies were signalling that they didn't want that part of them touched. Supposedly the hairier the cunt, the more off limits it was. The few who were clean shaven were open to be touched but not necessarily to being fucked which would have been shameful at this age in most circumstances. Males with unshaved pubes on the other hand, were showing that they were tops (or at least willing to top someone) and those who shaved completely were showing that they wanted to be penetrated and not to penetrate. A few of the kids had made passes at me but most left me alone because they knew Alex had set his eyes on me, and a lot of the girls especially seemed to be rooting for us to get together. My discomfort with the whole situation just made most of them laugh. That third night everything was brought to a new level by one of the last performances of the night. There was a mini burlesque show which had been set up and choreographed by Elena herself. Burlesque was very popular by then and unlike the older shows, the new ones often featured as many or more boys as girls in them. The show started with a full company ensemble number followed by a few of the warm-up acts that were meant to be seen at a distance, though some of these were still quite good and caught our attention. Next came some of the teaser numbers where boys and girls or boys and other boys would perform erotic dances with each other that were almost as hot to watch as what they were simulating. The last few featured performers incorporated audience participation and the very last one before the ensemble grand finale involved Elena and Alex doing a highly provocative strip tease dance that ended in my lap, leaving me in shock and hard as a fucking rock while half the audience teased me about following through later tonight. I did everything I could that night to cool off, including going for a walk and taking a cold shower. Nothing helped. I couldn't get either of them out of my mind. I went to bed when I felt exhausted enough to sleep, but I still had a hell of a hard-on and since we slept in tents with no locks or anything, I was reluctant to do anything about it. The Reformist kids around me had no such qualms and the sounds I heard from their tents didn't help my situation any. I somehow managed to start drifting off and that's when I heard the zipper to my tent opening, and then closing again. Before I could even utter a word of weak protest, Alex had taken my cock out of my shorts and into his mouth. I gasped at the shockingly wonderful feel of it. He was better at it than any woman ever had been and I started to wonder if the joke about boys being inherently better at giving head were true. "Stop!" I cried "You're going to make me cum in your mouth," "That wouldn't be so bad, but I can think of better things to do with it," he replied, as he removed his shirt and pants. He was still wearing burlesque gear underneath, thong panties, fishnet stockings and a garter belt. Since panties were now worn by so many shemales and bottom boys, they were designed to fit a package and his was displayed to delicious effect. "Alex, I'm not so sure we should do this. The age thing still makes me nervous." "Shhh, it's not a big deal here. I've wanted you since I first met you, and 16 isn't that young. I lost my anal virginity 3 years ago and that's pretty normal. Just let all those hangups go and enjoy it," he explained. What followed was an intoxicating tongue kiss that served to start off the most intense sexual experience I had ever had up to that point. As he helped me undress, I ran my hands along his silky smooth skin that was as soft as a girl's. His legs were completely shaven as were his pubes as an outward sign of being a complete bottom. His longish blonde hair framed the face of an angel from a renaissance painting. He closed his blue eyes in ecstasy as I kissed my way down his neck to his chest and sucked on his nipples, remarkably sensitive for a boy. I continued down to his panties, taking a moment to lightly squeeze his balls through the silk and lace. I removed his panties and moved by kisses and licks up his thigh to his lovely full sack and hard erect member. His cock was significantly bigger than mine. Intrigued by the idea of fucking someone with a bigger dick, I tentatively licked down the shaft to his balls as I teased his opening with my fingers. In Reformed areas, it had become standard practice for women and bottom boys to keep their asses lubed at all times. It was simply applied as a routine like lotion or makeup and Alex was no exception. His hole was heavily lubricated and eager to be used. He pulled me up to kiss him and as our tongues entwined, we rubbed our cocks together until we had to take a break from it to prevent cumming too soon. He got on his hands and knees in front of me. I ran my hands over his ass and thighs, so much like those of a woman, and over his heavy, hanging sack that was so different. I lined my desperately hard and aching naked prick up with his lovely dark and inviting back door. I had wanted this from my ex wife but she called me a pervert and would only reluctantly submit to a sort of "fake anal" between her thighs or her ass cheeks. Alex eagerly pushed back onto me and even with all that lube, there was a delicious resistance that was very different from a pussy. It wasn't as easy as I thought to get in but at that moment of penetration when I was in, my entire world changed. It was so much like being inside a woman and yet so different, so much more complete. He bucked his hips and moaned as I started fucking him. I thrust into him as far as I could, still marvelling at the perfect tightness of him, so much tighter than even the smallest virgin girl I'd had as a teenager. I reached around and squeezed his cock, then started jerking it as I pounded him harder and faster. It was such ecstatic perfection that I couldn't last even 5 minutes before I erupted into the most amazing, earth-shattering orgasm of my life and shot jet after jet of hot cum inside him. He screamed and I felt his cock first spasm and then fill my hand with a hot load of jizz. His asshole spasmed along with his dick, squeezing my own cock and prolonging my orgasm. We collapsed together and once I pulled my softening cock out of him, he rolled around to face me so we could kiss and hold each other. "That was lovely," he said, "I hope you liked it" "Are you kidding?" I responded, " That was the best sex of my life. "I do believe I'll have to give up snatches for life. No vagina can compare to that. "Well, if you finally agree to be my boyfriend you can have that every night". And with that thought in my mind, I drifted off to sleep holding him in my arms. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I awoke the next morning thinking it had to be a dream, and yet there was the beautiful naked boy still sleeping next to me. I felt a stirring in my loins and decided to wake him up the same way he'd started it all. I took his soft cock in my mouth and sucked him to hardness. He woke up with a smile and maneuvered himself so he could do the same to me. I had never sucked a dick before and found it a far more pleasant experience than I expected. I could taste his salty precum and loved the way his body responded to each lick and touch. There was none of the unpleasant suffocating sensation of going down on a woman. While we were engaged in pleasuring each other, the tent door opened and Elena came in. I jumped away feeling guilty but she squealed with delight and congratulated us. SHe encouraged us to go back to what we were doing and Alex pulled me back to it. Elena stripped down to just her underwear and slipped one hand under her panties to play with herself as she enjoyed the show. She had lovely dark hair so long it nearly reached her waist, and a slim, boyish body. She took off her bra as we took a break from sucking to kiss each other. Her chest was nearly as flat as Alex's but her nipples were much bigger and very erect that morning. She came closer as we made out and started alternately sucking both of our dicks. She took out some lube and applied it to both Alex and herself.She kissed us both passionately and then she and Alex gave me a double blowjob until I made them stop to prevent finishing too soon. She was better than any other girl I'd experienced and almost as good as Alex. We did the same to Alex until he told us to stop so he could get control of himself. That was when she pulled off her panties. I happily remembered that we were not expected to reciprocate the oral sex. But I did eat her ass and tease her a bit with my fingers while she used her own fingers on her pussy. I moved her onto her hands and knees, which exposed her wet, hairy snatch. She bright her legs closer together so it wasn't so open anymore and pushed her back door towards me instead. I eagerly entered her while I made out with Alex and fingered his ass. She was looser than he was, but still tighter and more exquisite than any vagina ever was. I slowly thrust in and out of her while she worked her clit with her fingers and before long she shuddered with her first orgasm of the day. It nearly pushed me over the edge and she noticed. "That's enough for now," she explained as she took my dick out of her ass, "You don't want to waste your load on me. After all, I interrupted you and I would love to watch the ending. Alex lay down on the blankets in front of me, and this time I entered him face to face so I could look in his eyes as I took him. Again, I was astounded at how much tighter he was than her, but instead of pounding him I made love to him very slowly, sharing slow, passionate kisses. Elena pressed herself to my side, kissing and caressing us as we made love. Her fingers worked her cunt, masturbating furiously as she watched us from a front row seat. Alex wrapped his legs around me and his big dick rubbed between us as I thrust slowly and fully in and out of him. As I got closer, I leaned back, exposing his package. He screamed he was going to cum and ELena rushed to get her mouth on him, sucking and swallowing every spurt of his seed as he reached his release. I thrust 3 or 4 more times and then I exploded in climax inside of him, filling him to overflowing as Elena rubbed herself to another orgasm. "I can't help feel like you were kind of left out at the end there, Elena" I said. "On the contrary, she responded, that was one of the best experiences I've had in a while. Nothing is as beautiful as watching a virile man make love to a beautiful teenage boy, nothing. Watching a man and a woman pales by comparison. To be honest I'd rather watch you boys fuck than get fucked myself. It's a better orgasm. More complete." "Well," I explained, "You may get a lot more chances soon. Alex is my new girlfriend! They both laughed at my slip-up and I tried to apologize and change it to boyfriend. "It's ok," said Alex, "I don't mind. I like being the girl in the relationship. I have no plans to use my penis to penetrate anyone unless it's a kink thing to please my man once in a while." "I love it," said Elena, "you're the only kind of "girl" I'd actually not mind touching in bed or having touch me. It you guys don't mind me tagging along once in a while that is." And that was how I first got together with my second wife and our boy mistress.