Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2023 13:45:24 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: Camp X Part 3 CAMP X By John Van Laningham NOTE: I originally had a different third chapter. But in re-reading it after a reader's comments, it seemed wrong. So, this is the new third chapter. If you enjoy, please let me know at jvanlan@black.com DONATE TO NIFTY! THREE You can call me Father Joe. How I ended up at Corydon is straight forward. I first heard about it from my confessor, Father Mike, when I was in the Church's rehab process for priests who, well, help gay altar boys discover their true sexuality. Father Mike, who is now my best friend, is and was on the lookout for the truly deviant and when we cross his path, he gives a helping hand. I wasn't kicked out of the priesthood. I left. And it wasn't because I had quit believing in God either. I don't but that wasn't it. It was because the Church is a racket, and I wasn't among the ones profiting from it. So, I am here. I get a small stipend from teaching at the camp school and the priesthood taught me how to keep my lifestyle simple. I live in a small travel trailer and the stipend covers food and drink and the cost of living here, indulging almost every perversion that enters my head. Yes. Corydon has a school. It's not exactly voluntary that kids attend but it's not exactly mandatory either. But we try to make it interesting to keep the complaining down. There are a lot of kids here that essentially just need basic skills and aren't interested in having their intellect challenged and we provide that. And there are kids that are interested in things like history or literature, or art and we provide them with that too. The school is mostly for kids who live here year-round. And the majority of them have little to no adult supervision. And there are real differences here than in any other school. First is the reality that all the kids, and pretty much at any grade level or age, are sexually active, usually very sexually active. And sex governs their lives. They are not ashamed of their sexuality or their sex drives. They indulge their lusts freely and openly, especially the older they get. The second thing is that they have little or no respect for adults or authority. Pretty much every adult in their life is after one thing. It's a small community. Respect is hard to demand when they've seen you falling down drunk or high as a kite or deep into depravity in the Sugar Shack. In fact, since I sometimes wear my black suit coat and clerical shirt without pants as a joke few here get, every kid in my class has seen me naked. They'll show up late sometimes and will be rowdy sometimes but that's okay. In warm weather, some of the boys may show up in just their underwear or, sometimes, naked. Some girls will show up in their bottoms and be topless. Some will be clothed like regular school. It's variable. And they might get high in class. Sometimes, we might have to have a circle jerk or more before we can get on to the lesson. Of course, I am not fooling anyone. They know what I am interested in. "See ya in the Sugar Shack, Father Joe" is a common parting. This story is about a kid named Kyle. He's 15 and slender as a reed with long straight brown hair and a generous dick. He is in a group of 8 that I am teaching economics to Six of them are cisgendered males, the youngest 13 and the oldest 17 or 18. One is an FTM boy of 16, named Noah. Then there is a girl, Amanda. She is one of about 8 or 10 girls that call themselves the Trash Girls. They are aggressively heterosexual and are self-proclaimed cum dumpsters. Kyle is the opposite. He is a bukkake boy. A cum addicted teenage boy. He lives in the bunkhouse, that crowded 6 room building crammed full of 35 to 40 kids at any one time. How they sort themselves out is a question most of us try not to ask. At any rate, a trucker named Don brought him here and pays his bills. Whenever Don's rig pulls in, Kyle is there and Don more or less fucks him non-stop for a day or two. Otherwise, Kyle is on his own. And this arrangement has been going on for years. The lesson is on fixed versus marginal costs. This is the story I tell. Key West is hot in the summer. The peak tourist season is in the winters, people fleeing the cold for somewhere warm. There is a gay resort, all male, clothing optional. A place where it is easy for men to hook up. They have a restaurant and bar on site. They offer a deal where if you spend 5 nights during the winter, you get 3 nights free in the summer. Is it a good deal for the resort? Most of them say "no". Not Kyle. He thinks it is genius. "Why?" "You're not going all that way down there for just 3 nights. You'll pay for a night or two on your own. Plus food and booze. You're making some money when you would be making none and you have to pay the staff either way. Like here. A lot of kids in the bunkhouse don't pay shit. Basically a bed, free food and free booze. But it's smart because people don't want to pay a bunch of money just so they can fuck their own kid. They want to have a chance to fuck a bunch of different kids. Especially guys. Makes sense for us to be here" The other kids understood that argument. They are fully acquainted with the fundamentally fucked up nature of human relations. Later on, I am sitting in the Bull Pen, our local bar, dressed in my clerical collar and no pants, getting pleasantly drunk, stroking my erection watching some gay porn on a monitor. Kyle comes up and sits down next to me at the bar and grabs my drink and drains it. He is dressed only in a mesh jock strap. I get the attention of Sandra the bartender and hold up two fingers. She brings us two scotch and sodas. I take one and Kyle takes the other. "You like scotch?" I ask. "I like being fucked up." "You came to the right place." His laugh is rueful. "Father Joe, around here a kid has to work hard to not be fucked up most of the time." "Sounds like you don't like it around here" I'm a gay boy that gets all the dick he wants. I'm good" Then three things happen that are all connected to one another. The first is that Don, the truck driver shows up. Kyle goes to fulfill his business arrangement with Don but Don has a surprise. The surprise is a boy named TJ that looks Vietnamese. Asian for sure. So slender and slight and small, it's hard to gauge his age but he's hairless. A true delight. And the arrival of Don was just before LSD swept the camp. Acid was all the craze. I was at the epicenter of it, somewhat reluctantly. "Can you hold my stash? I don't trust keeping it in the bunkhouse. Things can become community property" Kyle asks me. "Sure. I'll help you." He sold it for 5 bucks a hit, I got 10 hits of my own for holding his stash. The deals would go down in my camper or Kyle would come and get 10 or 20 hits. It was good acid. It was coming up on Halloween and I knew that would be a big acid fueled party. There was an initial surge driven by the bunkhouse kids and then parents were buying for themselves. As Halloween comes, everybody has a hit. More than one for some. Parents bought for kids. Here, there are costumes, but the real rage is bodypainting, usually nude. Trick or treating is something else here. The kids, the little kids, are mostly body painted nude and they mostly get candy. The older kids are body painted or have costumes and they mostly get joints or edibles or liquor. The Bull Pen was crowded with psychedelic laser light show and music and a will cacophony of people painting. I love it, especially tripping. It was perfect. Kyle brings TJ to class with him. He is a very quiet and shy little boy and overwhelmed in his new situation. He is sticking close to Kyle. I'm not sure that's a good idea but the boy does come and sit on my lap and I like that. The kids are sort of partied out and we don't get a lot done. It's okay. For a couple of them, tripping was a transcendental experience, altering how they see the world. I suggest some books and movies and music to them. After class, Kyle and TJ follow me to my camper. `He's got to learn and I'm not into little boys. You are. So, you can teach him" Kyle said. "But you can't fuck him. His cherry belongs to Don. You can finger his ass, rim him but you can't fuck him." Kyle sits in my camp chair and props his feet up. "You are staying and watching?" "Sure. Boys like us don't have privacy" Kyle says. He stands very still in front of me and is scared. Not shivering but very silent and stiff. He has a T shirt on and shorts. I can pull down the shorts without even having to undo them. Now he is in a pair of white briefs, too big. Those come down too. He hasn't moved an inch. Not a muscle. He looks at me, curious more than scared, I think. He is beautifully brown all over. So slender. And his small dick, uncut, the foreskin all the way over the head and into a point. Such a small thing, short and thin. His ball are almost smooth. I put his dick in my mouth. Between my lips really. I suck on it and work my tongue around his boycock. He hasn't moved at all still. His hands by his side. But his little tool hardens up in my mouth. It's just between my lips mostly. I have to work my tongue up to it. I use my lips to play with his beautiful foreskin. I suck his small balls. I must admit that this is my favorite thing to do in the world. Introducing a young boy to the carnal pleasures. Sucking these small dicks. Bringing them to the powerful and delicious boy orgasms. Boys like this are so erotic, so sexy, so beautiful. And taking their innocence is so glorious. I am hard as a rock. My dick is throbbing in excitement. I could suck hairless boys, especially innocent ones, all day. That he isn't moving is a turn on. I suck him and then she becomes very stiff and rigid. He gasps. Then he whimpers. I actually feel his small cock twitch in my mouth. "Ok. We'll be back for more" Kyle says. "Put your clothes on, TJ" TJ complies and they head for the door. TJ turns and gives me a little wave and a little smile. Of course, now I am horny. I break out my kiddie porn collection and masturbate. The next day, Kyle brings TJ to class with him again. TJ comes over immediately and sits on my lap. "He likes you, Father Joe" Noah says as the class laughs. "I like him" I say. He snuggles up against me. I rub his black hair, which is cut in a bowl cut. Even as I am teaching, I put my hand inside TJ's underwear and fondle him. He leans back against my chest. And Kyle and TJ follow me back to my camper again. "He's douched. So rim him" Kyle orders His young body is amazing. His kneecaps are big, bigger than his legs. Elbows bigger than his arms. He has a flat chest and no belly. And, oh, that cock and balls. That round perfect ass. Only nature, not God, could make something so perfect. His perfection should be worshipped, But I am a man A man with a libido, one that responds to young boys. The excitement of the impeding act courses through me like a hot flame. I could eat him alive. Devour him. I rub my hands on his body, skin like satin. He giggles and I tickle him, He laughs and writhes and tries to get away. He is a slippery little devil but I am able to sweep him and hold him in my own muscular arms. `You need to make him orgasm" Kyle tells me. My friend and one of my intellectual sparring partners, Daniel, who makes this place possible, insists the single most important part of intergenerational sex is that the child is the most important component. The child's pleasure, not the adult's, is what is important. They should enjoy everything about sex and absolutely should be brought to orgasm. He calls it responsible pederasty. Daniel believes that loving a child completely, including sexually, is the most moral thing possible. I don't know if that is true or not. It's true that some boys do better with early sexuality than others. But Kyle is right. We cannot turn TJ into a boy whore worth the price until he absolutely connects sex with pleasure. I suck on his little balls and then on his short thin cock. Just enough to go through my lips. But it is steel hard. I move down to his ass hole. Pulling the cheeks apart. His small ass, ridged down the pink sphincter is gorgeous and the sphincter winks at me. I dive in and ram my tongue on that tight muscle. "Ahh" TJ groans " Like it?" Kyle asks. "Yes" he still has a slight hint of an Asian sing song accent. So I work his ass with my tongue. It has the taste of metal. He scoots his ass and tries to wiggle away. I hold his hips back and continue to tongue him. He gasps. "Finger his hole" Kyle orders So I get lube and work it around the outside of the muscles and grease up my finger. I slide it in and he is tight, tight, tight. I find his young, undeveloped prostate. I massage it. It's the right spot. He whimpers. "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahh" "Yeah" Kyle says. "I love to get fucked in the ass. It's the best." As I work his hole with my finger, slipping in and out and rubbing his button, I go back up to the thin hard dick and get that between my lips. He groans and he moans, wiggles and squiggles. And my own dick is throbbing. I am a man. But I can't let the horniness overcome. Pleasure the boy. When his breathing became ragged and he began to take gasping breaths, I knew. He's close. I doubled down, finger fucking him harder and working my tongue on the sensitive head of his penis. I work it. I want to get him off. He pushes away. I stop him. He pants and squirms. I hold him down and work his cock and ass. His whole body gets tense, board-like and rigid,. Then he relaxes He pushes me away and I let him this time. "Did he cum" TJ nods that he did. "You gonna jack off?" "Do you want to watch that?" I ask him. "TJ does" Kyle answers So Kyle and I begin to jack ourselves off. Rubbing our greased hands across our stiff members. Kyle is a delight himself. More man than boy but still definitely boy. He is a high libido queer kid with no morals and no guilt. And sexy as hell. I look over and TJ is working on his own little cockle, still hard despite his orgasm. When I let loose a big load, he laughs. When Kyle does, he is watching intently. As they leave, TJ waves goodbye and hugs me before bolting at full speed. I stop Kyle. "He has a crush on you" I say "He's a cool kid" Kyle says And I wonder if Don is going to be the first up that ass. If TJ has a vote, I think it would be Kyle. At any rate, I only get the two training sessions. The Bunkhouse has several dozen dicks for him to practice sucking, and TJ stops coming to class. He filters in with the little ones and seems to find his footing. He falls in the with the Little Kid Army, the permanent older prepubescent boys and a few girls. They can be a terror when they want to be and would prefer to run wild, which they mostly do. Of course, they are all sexually active, all of them. Yet, as far as I can tell, they are catholic about it. They have sex with adults and with each other. It's at puberty that the cliques really start forming. The Pussy Posse is a gang of teenage boys exclusively straight on the hunt for women and girls. The Trash Girls are their female equivalents. There are lesbian subgroups and several gay boy cliques. Surprisingly, they all co-exist fine. They are all highly sexed and all generously use alcohol and any other substance they can get their hands on. Life is a more or less constant party. And there is relatively little need for money. The stray kids, the bunkhouse kids, need very little and they have the ability to make some anytime they want. How I wish I could hear their confessions. Think of it. But there is no guilt over sin here and no need for absolution.