Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 00:36:34 EST
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy, part 14

Clubhouse Towel Boy Part 14 By L. Ray

All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as
well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is
illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't
read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't
be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please
feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email
is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be
filed to drawer 13. Preface;

When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a
journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those
journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was
younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever
kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am
glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever
found them and read them!

Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much
earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were
seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young
boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if
the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt?
Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot
since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom!


Club House Towel Boy
(My First Summer Job)
By L. Ray

Part 14

Band Camp

The drive up to Carrolton seemed longer than it actually was.  I was
already missing my friends at work, not to mention the extra fun that I
would have had.  The bus I was on was packed with kids from the band,
including a couple of my close friends, but I was wishing that Ronnie was
on the same bus as me.  He was on the Senior bus, which also had the
instruments onboard.  I had no idea of which cabin I would be in since
the cabins were usually assigned by section and I was the only boy in our
band who played clarinet.  I only hoped I wouldn't end up in the same
cabin with the trumpets.  There were a couple of boys in that section
that I didn't like to be around because they always bullied the younger
kids.  I was the youngest person in the high school band and didn't
relish a week of bullying from those two.

As we got off the busses, Mr. Kinney began giving us our cabin
assignments, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  The cabin I would be in
was with the percussion section, Ronnie's cabin.  I grabbed my footlocker
by the handle and picked up my clarinet case and headed in the direction
of my assigned cabin.  I had struggled with the footlocker for about
three feet when I felt the other end of it lift off the ground, and
looked back to see Ronnie carrying the other end.

"Come on Bunkie, I'll show you where home is for the next week."  he said
with a smile.

I returned his smile as we carried my footlocker and he carried a large
red suitcase in his other hand.  Cabin one wasn't elaborate, just a large
open room with metal cots around the walls, and a fireplace at the end
opposite the door.  Inside, Ronnie went into leadership mode, telling the
guys from percussion which bunks were theirs.  Just inside the door was a
smaller room with two bunks inside it.  Ronnie directed me inside the
smaller room saying that he and I would be sharing those accommodations
so he could keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.

We stored our gear and then went out into the main area of the cabin
where Ronnie went over the practice schedules with us, as well as telling
all of the first years where the showers, toilets, and dining hall were.
As it turned out, there was a toilet house and a shower house between
cabins two and three, which were assigned as boys facilities, and the
dining hall was across the quad from us.  There were several other
buildings around the quad that served as rehearsal halls and just beyond
them was the lake where we would be allowed to swim and go boating.  Each
band was assigned a specific rehearsal hall and time to use it, ours
being from 9:00 to 11:00 in the mornings.  Ronnie then told us that there
would be a big bon fire that evening so that we could meet the staff.
The last thing he told us was that dinner would be in two hours and we
were free to roam around camp, as long as we were in the dining hall at
our assigned time or we wouldn't get to eat.

The guys all scattered in about twelve different directions leaving
Ronnie, Skip one of the base drummers, Jerold, a snare drummer, and me.
The other three were all seniors which made me feel a bit out of place,
but at the same time, happy that they would want to spend time with a kid
who wasn't even in high school yet.

"Ok guys," Ronnie said, "Let's show Red here around the camp.  And don't
forget, we have four first timers that we have to initiate tonight!"

"Ronnie, I've been to band camp here before, I was here last year.
Remember?"

"Yeah, but there is something new that we really want you to see this
year Red!"

I thought how odd Ronnie's comment was about four first timers being
initiated as I ran the names through my mind.  There were four new
drummers, and me, which would have made five to be initiated, not four.

We wandered around the camp for a long while, checking out first one
place and then another, then Ronnie turned quickly and we all headed up
the hill and out of the camp itself into the main part of the State
Park.  Once we topped the hill, we moved into a small clearing and Ronnie
and Skip began clearing leaves and brush away from a large metal box.
Ronnie pulled out a key and opened the lock on the box, then raised the
lid.
"It's all still there guys." Ronnie said as he reached into the box and
pulled out two bottles of bourbon.

"Where'd that come from?"  I asked timidly.

"We put it there.  We've been coming up here every year after taps and
having a little night cap, but before this year, it's just been the three
of us.  This year, you're included.  You don't have to drink if you don't
want to, just don't tell on us. Ok?"  Ronnie said.

I nodded my head in agreement as Ronnie closed the box and locked it
securely again, pocketing the key.  We all sat down on some old logs that
were scattered around the clearing.

"Ronnie," I said "you said there were only four first timers to get
initiated, but I'm a first timer too.  Don't I get initiated too?"

"Well Red, initiation is actually only for freshmen, and you're not a
freshman yet, so we didn't think it would be right to initiate you yet."

"But I've been in the band for a couple of years now and this isn't my
first trip to band camp either.  If the others get initiated, so should
I."

"He's got a point Ron." Skipper said

"Yeah, that's true." added Jerold.

Ronnie thought for a few minutes, then looked at his watch.  "Well have
to talk it over after dinner, which we're going to be late for if we
don't get a move on."

We got up and headed back down the hill to the dining hall where a line
had already began to form.  Inside, with trays in hand, Ronnie, Skipper,
and Jerold guided me to the table assigned to our percussion section.

After dinner, the camp director made several announcements, concluding
with telling us to pick up our camp shirts as we left the dining hall.
They gave each of us two shirts as we exited the dining hall and headed
back to our cabins to get ready for the bon fire.

In the cabin, Ronnie suggested to us that we should all wear our band
sweatshirts because the air tended to get a bit chilly on the edge of the
lake.  He went into our room and brought out a small stadium blanket
rolled up and tucked under his arm as we all headed for the lake.

The entire bon fire managed to last a little over an hour and we were all
once again inside our cabins.  Besides Ronnie and myself, our cabin
consisted of Skipper, he was about  five feet eleven and stocky with dark
hair and glasses.  He wasn't fat by any means, just sort of muscular.
Then came Jerold, he was shorter than Ronnie, but sort of skinny.  His
brown hair lay in waves over his forehead and down over his shoulders.
Then there was Steve and Matt, two juniors, and twins.   They were a
handsome pair, both around five eight with shiny blue eyes and sandy
brown hair cut military style.  Next were two sophomores Johnny and
Drake.  Drake was sort of chubby, but not to the point of being fat.  He
was just a shade over five six with dark brown hair, and Johnny was
blonde, slim and tall.  He stood nearly six feet tall. The four freshmen
in our cabin were Clay, Martin, Keith, and Ryan.  Ryan was the smallest
of the four, but still a couple of inches taller than me.  His blonde
hair always looked like an unmade bed, shocks of hair going in every
conceivable direction.  Martin was a bit taller than Ryan and had
straight black hair that fell freely around his face and ears, and down
to his neck.  Keith was almost a carbon copy of Ryan, because they were
two parts of a set of triplets, the third being a sister who was a flute
player in the band as well.  Keith was an inch or so taller than his
brother though.  Then came Clay.  Dark, somber, mysterious Clay.  He had
hair as black as coal and eyes to match.  He sported a really nice tan as
well.  Clay didn't say much, but he played drums like a pro.  As thin as
he was, it was hard to believe that he could even carry the tenor drum to
march, but he did.  Clay was just half an inch taller than me and with
the drum sling, the bottom of the drum was just below his knees.  That,
plus Ronnie and me made up the twelve members of cabin one.  We were all
sitting around just talking when Ronnie announced that it was time for
showers, and then back to the cabin.  We all had five minutes to get our
things and head for the shower house.  The shower house consisted of a
small outer room where you took off and put on clothes, then a larger
open area with twelve or so shower heads around the walls.  Each shower
head had a small basket hanging from it where you could put your soap and
so on.  Within minutes, all twelve of us were naked and showering
ourselves.  I was flanked by Ronnie and Clay, with Skipper and Jerold on
the other side of Clay.  With a quick side glance I found that Clay's tan
covered his whole body, and the small patch of pubes above his cock was
just as black as the hair on his head.  His cock, though flaccid, looked
about three inches long as I sneaked a second look, then turned back to
Ronnie and winked.

We finished our showers and toweled off before moving into the smaller
room to dress.  As the freshmen began to pull on their underwear Ronnie
stopped them.

"You four are being initiated into the band this week.  Your first task
is to walk from here back to the cabin wearing nothing.  Give your
clothes to Skipper to carry back for you."

They looked at each other and Martin flushed a bit, then stepped out the
door to the walkway leading back to our cabin.  The rest of us quickly
followed Martin out and in the direction of our cabin, all four freshmen
leading the way for the rest of us.  I shot Ronnie an aggravated look,
and he just smiled as we continued on our way.  Once we were back inside
the cabin Ronnie made his next announcement.

"Now, freshmen, you can put on underwear, but you have to have them
approved by the seniors first so get them and bring them to us for
approval."

The four boys brought their jockey briefs to the three seniors for
inspection.  Jerold took each pair, one at a time, and held them up,
looked at them, then passed them off to Skipper who proceeded to cut the
crotch out of them with a pair of scissors, then handed them to Ronnie,
who split the sides up to the waist band, and handed them back to their
owner to put on.  The embattled jockey briefs left nothing to the
imagination as the boys walked back toward their bunks.

"Ok froshies, this is all you are allowed to wear anytime you're here in
the cabin, no matter who's here or what time of day it is.  If you're
caught wearing anything else inside the cabin, the consequences will be
severe.  For the next two days, when we get up in the morning, you four
will make all of the beds for the rest of the cabin.  Are there any
questions?"  He stood silently waiting.

"I have a question."  Drake said.

"Ok."  Said Ronnie

"Why isn't Red participating in initiations?  He's been in band as long
as we have, and I don't think he's ever been initiated into the band."

The other lower classmen grumbled a bit when Skipper held up his hands.

"Ok, ok, listen up," Skipper said with some authority, "Red can't be
initiated for the simple fact that he isn't a freshman.  We checked with
Mr. Kinney and he said initiations are for freshmen only!"

There was a little more grumbling, but in the end they all agreed that it
was true, freshman initiation was for freshmen, not middle school and
everyone accepted it, everyone that is, except me.  I stripped off my
clothes and held up my briefs to Jerold.

"What are you doing?"   Jerold asked.

"Listen guys, I am part of this band, I may be a seventh grader, but I've
already been in band for three years and haven't ever been initiated and
if they have to get initiated, so do I.  It's only fair!"

Jerold looked at Skipper and Ronnie as Ronnie nodded his head.  Jerold
handed the briefs to Skipper who promptly cut them across the crotch.  He
handed them to Ronnie who tore them up the sides to the waistband, and
Ronnie handed them back to me.  I proudly put my feet into them and
pulled them up my legs to my waist, then turned to the rest of the
group.  Everyone applauded my actions and I felt good about what I had
done.

We sat around the cabin for a while before we heard taps being played and
Ronnie told everyone it was time for lights out.  He flipped the light
switch, turning the overhead lights off in the cabin, as guys went to
their bunks.  I got up from talking to Steve and Matt and walked through
the semi darkness to the side room, and sat down on the side of my bunk.

"How do you like Hemlock Band Camp so far Red?"

"It's cool."  I said as I removed the recently altered briefs and
stretched out on top of my bunk.

"How would you feel about a little play time before we rack out for the
night?"

Without saying anything, I got up from the bunk and walked the short
distance from my bed to Ronnie's.  It was almost pitch dark in our little
room as I reached out my hand, feeling for Ronnie's prone body and then
felt downward until my hand found his already stiff cock.  I wrapped my
hand around the hot shaft and leaned down to take it in my mouth as
Ronnie took hold of my lower body and lifted me up onto the bunk with
him, my legs straddling his head.  Once he had swallowed my cock into his
mouth, we began to suck in earnest, making slurping noises as our saliva
combined with precum and making the cocks in our mouths slicker.

We both froze in position when we heard a bed squeak on the other side of
the wall, thinking one of the others might be up.  As the squeaking
sounds grew in both loudness and frequency, we realized that someone out
in the main cabin was having a little fun of their own and went back to
our sucking of one another.  Ronnie was doing too good a job of sucking
my cock and I began to feel my climax building.  I pulled my cock free of
Ronnie's mouth, and shifted around so that my ass was over his hard
cock.   Spitting into my hand, I quickly worked the spit into my hole and
took hold of Ronnie's cock, guiding it as I lowered my ass onto it.
Ronnie let out a muffled moan as my ass slowly encased his manhood, and I
sat all the way down on the length.  Once I hit bottom, I slowly raised
up off it again, keeping only the bulbous head trapped inside, then
quickly dropped back down, eliciting more moans from both Ronnie and
myself.  I continued riding up and down the length until I felt Ronnie's
body begin to stiffen beneath me.  I quickly pulled up and off of him,
then changed my position, getting between his legs and raising them to
his chest as I spat into my hand once again, rubbing it onto my cock and
his ass hole, then positioned the head at the entrance and pushed into
him.  As I entered his hole, he moaned more loudly, quickly grabbing his
pillow and covering his face with it.  I fucked into him slowly at first,
gaining speed as I went, until I was driving in and out of him with a
fury.  Because of the closed in area, we were both sweating profusely,
and I felt beads of sweat rolling down my back and into my crack, then
down and onto the back of my ball sack.

Ronnie let go of his legs, wrapping them around my lower back and began
using his feet to pull me deeper into him.  Ronnie began moaning more and
more rapidly, indicating that his own climax was getting close and I
could feel mine building up to maximum sensation.  I thrust deep into him
as I unloaded my cum deep into his bowels, and he quickly began spewing
his spooge  between us.  After my cum stopped shooting, I fell forward,
smearing his cum all over our bodies between us.  We lay there panting
and trying to regain ourselves when we heard from the other side of the
wall.  "Yeah, take that cum you little slut!"  We both recognized the
voice as being that of Skipper, and laughed knowing that the boy with the
bed next to our room was that of Martin.

I woke up around four in the morning, still laying atop Ronnie's well
defined body, our cocks trapped between us  and carefully climbed off
him.  My bladder felt like it would bust, and I knew there was no way I
would make it to the toilet block so I opted to go to the end of our
cabin and let go.  The stream of pee was so forceful hitting the back
corner of the cabin I was afraid I would wake someone up so I changed my
direction, letting the stream soak into the grass.  Finally relieved, I
turned and started back into the cabin, only to be cut off by Clay as he
was coming out of the cabin.

"I gotta' pee!"  he whispered as he grabbed my hand leading me in the
direction of the toilet block.  We got as far as the shower house before
he must have realized he couldn't make it any further and we ducked into
the showers.  Inside, Clay pulled up the front flap of his mutilated
jockeys and began to pee into the drain at the center of the floor.  As
he shook the last droplets off his cock, he must have finally realized
that I was totally naked and quickly dropped to his knees in front of me,
taking my hips in his hands and pulled my cock to within inches of his
face.  He looked up to my face briefly, then opened his mouth, swallowing
my soft cock, which responded quickly.  He sucked harder as my cock grew
to it's full length, taking it all the way to the back of his mouth, then
swallowed hard, drawing the head into his throat.  I felt my knees begin
to buckle as his throat muscles worked the sensitive head,  and pulled
free of his mouth long enough to lay down on the concrete floor,
positioning myself so that I could get to his cock as well.

We sucked each other fast and hard, knowing that someone could walk in on
us at any moment, both determined to suck the load from the other.  It
didn't take Clay long to reach the point of no return, as his youthful
cock exploded in my mouth.  It tasted very sweet, and I wanted it to
continue to flow.  I continued to suck and lick his cock as he redoubled
his efforts at getting my load into his own mouth and throat.  As he deep
throated me once more, I felt my cock throb, releasing the first blast
straight down his throat.  He pulled back quickly, holding just the head
between his lips as the remainder of my cum shot across his tongue, and
down into his stomach.

When Clay got up off his hands and knees, he helped me to my feet and we
walked over to one of the shower heads and turned it on, quickly rinsing
ourselves off in the tepid water.  Turning off the water he pulled me to
him and kissed me hard on the mouth.  We quickly headed back to our cabin
and returned to our bunks and to sleep.

A bugle was blaring on the loud speakers as we rose from our bunks.
Everyone dressed except the five of us who were being initiated, and we
hurriedly made the twelve beds in the cabin.  Once Ronnie was satisfied
that the beds were made properly, he told us to get dressed so we could
head for breakfast.  As we left the cabin, he reminded us that anytime we
were in the cabin, we were to wear only the redesigned briefs.  Following
breakfast we all headed to the quad for the flag raising and
announcements, then to the buildings we were assigned to for practice.
Mr. Kinney handed out sheet music that we would be working on for the
concert on Friday.  At the conclusion of practice, we headed back to the
cabins to get ready for lunch.  Inside the cabin Clay, Keith, Ryan, and I
quickly stripped down to just the ragged briefs, but Martin flopped down
onto his bunk without removing any of his clothes.  I started to say
something to him, but Skipper stopped me, putting his finger up to his
lips.  We talked among ourselves as Martin drifted off to sleep.  Once
they were sure that he was sleeping soundly, the seven upper classmen
surrounded Martin's bunk quietly.  Within seconds, they had him stripped
bare and were dragging him to the door of the cabin.

"You were told last night that anytime you were in the cabin you would be
in the ragged briefs and nothing else!  You chose to go to sleep wearing
all of your clothes, so for punishment, you will run from here to the
dining hall, get a copy of the camp news and run back."

Martin was unceremoniously pushed out the door and ran across the quad,
covering himself with his hands as he ran, then on his way back across
the quad he stumbled and fell, sprawling out onto his face.  Picking
himself up, he covered himself with the newspaper and continued  his
short journey.  Inside the cabin, he handed the camp newspaper to
Ronnie.  His chest , knees, and elbows were covered with grass stains.

"You've made a mess of yourself, so grab your towel and soap and go get a
shower." Skipper said.

Martin went to his bunk and got his towel off the end of it, and his soap
from his case under the bed.  When he reached for his shorts, they were
quickly snatched away by Jerold, who smiled and said, "You've got every
thing  you need, and the towel doesn't go around your waist.  Matt, go
with him and make sure the towel doesn't go anywhere except around his
neck or in his hand."

Martin looked totally dejected as he headed for the door with Matt close
behind him.  Ronnie turned to the group and laughed.

"Newport's drum squad has the showers now, and I know a couple of them,
so Martin is going to have a rough time getting a shower before time to
go to lunch."

We all laughed at this news as we scattered to different bunks to play
cards or talk.  Matt and Martin were gone for almost forty five minutes
before they came back.  Matt began telling us how the Newport guys had
teased Martin for doing something stupid like running naked and falling.
Then he told us how they held him while some of their guys scrubbed him
down with fingernail brushes until his skin was bright pink and upon
releasing him, wouldn't let him dry himself with his towel, but instead,
soaked it and wrapped it around his head.  Clay and I took the towel
outside the door of the cabin and wrung it tightly, getting most of the
water out of it, then took it back in to Martin, who was then told to
take it out back and hang it on the line to dry.  When he returned to the
cabin, Ronnie told us to get ready to go to lunch.  Following lunch, our
band had free time, so we all headed to the lake to swim.


The heat of the afternoon made the coolness of the lake a welcome change
as I hit the water from the diving board at the end of the dock.  I swam
out to the float at the middle, followed closely by Ronnie, Skipper, and
Clay.  Ronnie was first to pull himself up onto the float and extended
his hand down to me.  Skipper helped Clay onboard and moments later,
Steve and Matt were joining us too.  A couple of the girls from the band
swam out to the float and were greeted with the normal cat calls as some
of us offered them a hand up onto the floating structure.  The girls
stretched out on the float and showed off their attributes to those of us
on the thing.  Skipper began to tent the front of his trunks, and nylon
was not good at hiding things like that.  He quickly turned and jumped
feet first into the cold water and was soon joined by the twins Matt and
Steve.

Ronnie asked me what I thought about taking Clay for a boat ride around
the lake, and I thought it was a great idea.  The three of us jumped back
into the water and swam for the dock, found an empty row boat and headed
off across the lake.  Ronnie rowed for a while, then I took over and
followed Ronnie's directions as to which way to go.  We had managed to
end up in a small cove and Ronnie had me keep rowing until we were well
back into the cove, and completely out of sight of everyone on the lake
and docks.

Ronnie tied the boat to a tree and told us to get out and follow him.  It
wasn't easy walking barefoot on the rough ground, but I managed.  Ronnie
led us a little way into the forest to a large cement picnic table.
Without any fanfare, Ronnie pulled his swimming trunks off and tossed
them onto one of the benches on the picnic table.  I followed suit and we
both looked at Clay who shrugged his shoulders and pulled his trunks off
too.  Ronnie picked me up and lay me on my back on the cement bench, then
looked over at Clay and told him to come join us.  He then sucked one of
his fingers into his mouth and once he had it good and wet, gently shoved
it up my waiting hole.  As Clay got closer Ronnie took his hand and
pulled him over next to us.  Placing one of Clay's hands on my cock, and
the other on his own, he returned his attention to fingering my hole.  I
reached up and took hold of Clay's fourteen year old cock and began
jacking him.

"Hey Clay, have you ever rimmed another guy out?" Ronnie asked without
taking his attention from the finger fuck he was giving my ass.

"What's that?"  Clay asked timidly.

"Here, let me show you.  Come over here and sit down where I am." Ronnie
said as he got up off the bench, pulling his finger from my hungry hole.

Once Clay was sitting on the bench, he had him put his right leg on the
other side of the bench so that he straddled it.  He then pushed Clay's
head down to my ass and instructed him to lick my hole, and stick his
tongue into it.  Once Clay began to get into it, Ronnie got down behind
him, lifted his small ass from the bench and began rimming him as well.
I felt the vibrations as Clay hummed into my ass hole, causing a shiver
to run up my spine.  We continued what we were doing for a long while
when Ronnie raised his head and scooted himself up so that his cock was
against Clay's ass, riding in the crack.  Ronnie spit into his hand and
lubed his cock, then shoved it in quickly, not giving the boy the time to
think about what was happening.  Clay's breath shot into my hole as he
screamed in response to the sudden intrusion.  As his head rose up from
my hole, I grabbed him by his ears and pulled his open mouth down onto my
cock, filling it as full as I could, and cutting off his screams.

Ronnie began to really plow the boy, pulling out and then shoving back
in, while Clay began sucking my cock hard and furious.  Within seconds,
Clay was moaning and groaning around my cock, and wiggling his ass
further onto Ronnie's hard cock as it worked in and out of him.  After
about fifteen minutes of this, Ronnie pulled out of Clay's ass and told
me to get up.  He then had Clay lay on his back on the bench and told me
to fuck him  My cock was already wet with Clay's spit, so I just lined it
up with his hole and shoved in as Clay shouted encouragement.  Once I was
all the way in, Ronnie got behind me and slid his slick cock into my ass,
driving all the way in to his balls.  As Ronnie drove into me, he also
drove me into Clay, who moaned and begged to be fucked harder.  Being the
one in the middle, the depth of my thrusts into Clay depended a whole lot
on Ronnie's thrusts into me, which in all honesty, were driving me balls
deep into Clay.

We fucked for a long while like that, and I was almost at the point of
climax when Ronnie quickly pulled out of me and told me to pull out of
Clay.  The two of us stood beside the table, jerking our slick cocks
while Clay jerked his own, and the three of us all came at the same
time.  My cum hit him in the face and he opened his mouth wide in an
effort to catch some of it.  Ronnie's first shot streamed across Clay's
stomach, and he aimed the spurting head toward the boy's face, two globs
landing on the tongue protruding from the shelter of Clay's mouth.
Clay's own first shot hit his nose and the second landed in his own open
mouth, with the rest falling on his chest and abs.  When we finished
cumming, I shoved my spent cock into Clay's mouth allowing him to suck on
it until it became too sensitive, and as I withdrew my cock, Ronnie's
cock quickly replaced it.  As Clay finished cleaning our cocks, he looked
up smiling.

"So that's what ass tastes like?  I can't wait to get some more of
that!"  Clay said.

"Don't you worry Clay boy, I think we can arrange for you to get all of
that you want this week."  Ronnie replied.  "But for now, we need to head
back to the boat and clean up a little before we head back to the dock.

We helped him off the bench and each grabbed our trunks, then headed back
to where we had tied the boat.  We waded out into the water and splashed
ourselves with water to clean some of the cum away, climbed into the boat
and pulled our trunks back on, then Ronnie began to row us back toward
the dock.    As we neared the dock, we saw Skipper and Jerald with Keith
and Ryan in a row boat headed in the same direction we had just come
from.  I watched briefly as they disappeared into the same cove and
laughed to myself, knowing what was in store for the two freshmen.

"I wonder where Martin is?"  Ronnie said, snapping me back to the
moment.  We walked up the path to the quad and across to our cabin.
Nearing our cabin we heard quite a ruckus.  When we went in, the other
members of our cabin along with three boys from the trumpet section were
standing in a circle around two naked boys.  One of the two was Martin
and the other boy was Arthur, a freshman in trumpet player.

The seven boys in the  circle had their pants down around their knees,
and the two boys in the center were going from one to the other, sucking
their cocks.  Before any of them had a chance to notice us, Ronnie pushed
Clay and me into the small room that we shared.

"I don't think you two want to be part of that."  Ronnie said, "those
brass guys can get downright nasty."
The noise in the main cabin got louder and Ronnie went out to investigate
what was going on.  He stayed gone for several minutes before returning
to the room.  "Ok, they have started shaving, so you two need to come on
out and get it over with."

"Shaving?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, Mohawk haircuts.  They cut all of your hair, leaving a strip down
the center, then shave the sides to make it take longer to grow back.
You're going to get one before the end of the week anyway, so you might
as well get it over with, that way, when we get Keith and Ryan, you two
can participate."

Clay suddenly looked very pale.

"Don't worry Clay, I'll be there with you." I said as I stood up and
moved toward him.

We followed Ronnie out to the main room of the cabin and stripped out of
our swimming trunks as we went.

They were just finishing up shaving Martin's head as we walked into the
circle.  The twins, Steve and Matt grabbed Clay roughly and sat him on
the chair as Martin got up.  Steve clicked the electric clippers on and
began scalping Clay's beautiful black hair from his head.  I noticed
tears start welling up in his eyes as he watched his hair falling.  As
soon as the majority of the hair was gone, Matt began coating Clays
remaining hair on the sides with shave foam.  They changed the blade in
the razor and began shaving the nearly nude head completely clean of any
hair stubble.  As soon as the shaving was done, someone took a towel and
began wiping the shave foam away.  I thought to myself how really cool
Clay looked with a two inch wide swath of hair running from front to back
across his head.  As Clay got up from the chair I moved to sit down, but
stopped just long enough to whisper in his ear, "Looks awesome man!"  He
smiled as I sat down in the chair.

Steve ran his fingers through my hair, feeling my curls and watching them
fall back to my head as Ronnie stepped forward.

"Hold on guys, I'm doing this one, and no complaints from anyone about
how I do it!"  Ronnie said as he took the clippers from Steve.

Ronnie pulled my hair over to one side, starting at a point about an inch
or so from the center of my head, and holding his free hand on the fuller
side, began moving the clippers from the nape of my neck up to the
forehead.  Once he had the first strip cut, he released the hold on the
remaining hair and began pulling it in the other direction, then repeated
cutting from the nape upward.  After that, I watched as my curls fell
onto my shoulders and then to the floor, joining the hair already there.
Completing the clipper job, Ronnie took the safety razor and a new blade
as Steve lathered my head.  Ronnie finished the job and was soon toweling
my head clean.

"Ok guys, grab your towels and head for the showers.  Dinner is in an
hour, and I don't want to be late, tonight is lasagna!"

Arthur didn't have a towel with him, so I grabbed an extra one from my
footlocker and tossed it to him as we left the cabin, headed for the
shower house.  In the shower house, we scrubbed down, removing any loose
hair, and then toweled off to head back to the cabins.  Arthur tossed me
the towel I had given him and sprinted off in the direction of cabin four
as Clay, Martin, and I went back to our cabin as fast as our bare feet
would carry us.  As we got to the front of our cabin, a group of girls
came around the corner and giggled as we passed them hurriedly, nearly
diving into our cabin.  Inside, everyone was dressing for dinner, in
shorts and camp t shirts.  I sat on my bunk to pull my shoes on when Ryan
poked his head inside.

"Love the hair do!"  Ryan said, looking rather smugly.

"Yeah, well get used to it, because you get one just like it before the
end of the week!"  I retorted.
"Who said?  I don't remember anyone saying anything about Mohawks being
part of initiations."

"Yeah, well, Ronnie said!"

Ryan looked at the floor as I continued talking.

"By the way, did you and Keith enjoy your visit to the cove?"

Ryan looked up again, a look of horror crossing his face, confirming what
I already knew.

"My ass hurts!"  he whispered, gingerly stroking his hands up and down on
his backside.

"Come see me after dinner and I'll tell you how to make it hurt less, and
you can bring Keith too."

He nodded his head as I finished tying my sneakers and we headed to the
dining hall.

After dinner the five of us quickly stripped down and put on the
`special' briefs that we were supposed to wear.  Ryan and Keith came to
my bunk and I gave them some salve to apply to their sore holes, and
explained how the more Vaseline they used, the less painful fucking would
be, as long as the person doing the fucking didn't get too rough.  I
didn't bother telling them that I got fucked all the time, or that I got
the salve from a client.  They thanked me and went back out to the main
cabin to get ready for the dance that was planned for the evening in one
of the large buildings.  As they left, Ronnie came into our small room
and asked if I wanted to join him, Skipper, and Jerald on the hill.  I
dressed quickly and we left to go up on the hill.

As soon as we got to the top of the hill Ronnie opened the big metal box
and pulled out a bottle of the whiskey, pulled off the lid and took a
swallow, then handed the bottle to Skipper.  He did the same and handed
it to Jerald, who took a large drink and handed the bottle to me.  Now, I
had had alcoholic drinks before, but I had never had just straight
alcohol, so when I put the bottle to my lips and tipped it up, I wasn't
prepared for the taste, or the burn.  I immediately spat the harsh liquid
back out of my mouth, coughing and sputtering, to the delight of the
other three.  Skipper put his arm around my shoulder and assured me that
it happened to everyone the first time and raised the bottle back to my
lips, tipping it up for me to drink again.

I took a small swallow of the strong tasting liquid and took several very
deep breaths immediately after.  By my third drink, it didn't seem so
harsh any more.  It still burned, and made a queasy feeling in my
stomach, but it had gotten much easier to take.  I don't know if it was
the whiskey, the temperature, or a combination of the two, but I was
suddenly feeling very warm and began to peel my shirt over my head,
wiping my forehead with it before tossing it to the ground.   By the
fourth round, none of us were wearing shirts, and by the sixth round, we
were all wearing just underwear  and shoes.  I was feeling a little dizzy
and Ronnie helped me sit on one of the big logs.

I watched as my three companions removed one another's underwear and
began fondling each other's cocks.  As Skipper's cock began to expand, I
understood why Ryan and Keith were complaining about their asses
hurting.  The boy had a good eight inches of cock meat, but it had an
oversized head on the end of it, which made it look like a large plum on
a stick.  Jerald got on his knees and began licking on the large purple
colored knob, then opened his mouth wide and took the whole head into his
mouth.  Ronnie was massaging his own cock as he stepped up close to
Skipper, pointing it at Jerald's face as well.  Jerald pulled his mouth
off of Skipper's cock, and quickly engulfed Ronnie's, and after sucking
it for a while, returned to sucking Skipper's.

My dizzy feeling seemed to subside and I stood up, pulling my shorts and
underwear down to my ankles, then turned around and leaned forward,
putting my hands on the log.  I looked back over my shoulder and wiggled
my ass as I said, "Hey guys, look at this!"

Skipper rudely pulled his cock from Jerald's sucking mouth and grabbed
his hair, leading him over to where I was, on his knees.  He shoved
Jerald's face into my exposed ass and commanded him to eat.  Needing no
further prompting, Jerald began to lap and suck at my hole, using his
hands to spread my cheeks as far apart as he could , trying to get deeper
in.  His hot breath, and rapidly darting tongue sent shivers down my
spine as my knees began to buckle slightly.  Skipper placed his hand
under my stomach, supporting my weight as Jerald probed deeper and deeper
into my ass with his talented tongue.

Ronnie picked up his shorts and removed a small bottle from the pocket,
then dropped them back on the ground as he moved over to join us.  Ronnie
had Jerald move out of the way as he squirted a large quantity of the
bottle's contents into my hole and began to work his finger in and out.
As soon as I smelled lavender I knew that Ronnie was using some of the
massage oil from the club as a lubricant.  I felt more of the oil being
squirted directly into my hole and then two of Ronnie's fingers slid in.
After a short while, he pulled his fingers out and squirted still more
oil in, then worked in three fingers.  When he pulled his fingers out
again, I heard him squirt some of the oil onto his hand and then heard
Skipper moan.  I looked back to see Ronnie coating Skipper's cock with
the oil, and knew what was next.  As Skipper got behind me, I felt the
huge head of his cock bump my back door and then felt pressure as he
pushed forward.  I was braced for some pain, but surprisingly enough, the
head slipped in with very little discomfort as Skipper sank the full
length into me.  I felt a trickle of cum leak from my own cock as the
bulbous head crossed my prostate.

Jerald leaned over the log beside me and I heard him grunt, indicating
that Ronnie was fucking him at the same time that I was being fucked by
Skipper. Jerald's moans got louder and louder and I saw his face contort
into a grimace several times, while Ronnie was pile driving him.
Meanwhile, Skipper was fucking me slowly Each time the enormous cockhead
crossed my prostate I felt a small amount of cum leak from my own cock,
accompanied by an electric jolt that started in my balls and coursed up
my spine.

Skipper began to pick up speed and I felt myself being lifted off the log
with each of his forward thrusts, only to come back down to the log as he
pulled back.  I was beginning to feel my stomach chafe a little when he
raised me off the log and moved me down to the ground, as he knelt behind
me.  He began to assault my ass more forcefully as his breathing became
more and more labored.  I felt him stiffen then pull his cock completely
out of me as it began to spit cum high into the air.  The first shot went
over my head, landing on the grass in front of me, and I felt the
following blasts landing progressively down the length of my back.  He
collapsed onto the ground, on his side, and lay panting as he recovered
from his climax.

Ronnie pulled his cock out of Jerald's ass and lifted him off the log,
then sat down on the log  as he pulled Jerald's face into his crotch.

"Get up here red and fuck Jerald!"  Ronnie commanded.

I did what he told me to do and slid my cock into Jerald's ass hole,
while he nursed Ronnie's cock, slurping and sucking until the full length
was in his throat.  After all of the stimulation Skipper had given my
prostate, I figured it wouldn't take me long to shoot my load.  I
continued shoving my cock balls deep into Jerald's open hole, spurred
onward by his moans around Ronnie's cock, and the encouragement now being
offered by Skipper, who had recovered from his recent climax.

"Fuck that ass Red, fuck it hard, he's a slut for a hard fuck.!"  Skipper
shouted.

He grabbed hold of my butt cheeks and began to push me in and out of
Jerald's ass harder and faster.  I was slamming into Jerald so fast that
my balls were clashing into his with enough force that it was actually
beginning to hurt.  Ronnie grabbed Jerald's hair and pulled his face down
hard onto his cock, holding it in position as I felt my own cock begin to
throb.  I brushed at Skipper's hands and as he removed them from my ass,
I shoved forward and painted Jerald's insides with my hot young cum load
as Ronnie painted his tonsils.  Once we had all come down from our sex
induced euphoria, I looked down to get my shorts and saw a puddle of
white cum on the ground under Jerald.  He had shot his load as well.
Ronnie asked everyone if we wanted another drink of the whiskey before he
put it away, then put it into the metal box and locked the lock back.  We
dressed and headed back down the hill

There were no lights on in the cabin when we got there, indicating that
the others hadn't returned from the dance, so I told Ronnie and the
others that I was going to go in to my bunk and read for a while.  Ronnie
told me to go ahead because he and the other two had things they needed
to talk over.  I went into the room, stripped down and pulled on the
ragged underwear, then lay on the bunk and began to read.  I had brought
a few of my favorite comics to camp with me, and was reading the current
issue of  THOR.  I must have drifted off to sleep, because I awoke to the
sound of the bugle being played over the loud speakers.

Hearing uproarious laughter from the other part of the cabin, I got up to
go investigate.  I couldn't help but laugh at the scene before me.  The
other four boys being initiated were gagged and tied to their bunks, face
down.  Each one of them had a drum stick sticking out of their ass holes,
and different slogans written on their backs.  The one that stood out the
most in my mind was Martin.  Someone had stuck a base drum stick into his
ass with a big ribbon tied around the padded beater end,  and written on
his back in black marker were the words, "DRUM SLUT!"  with a big black
arrow pointing down to his ass hole.  Along the arrow were the words,
"BEAT IT HARD", and several of our cabin mates were doing exactly that,
taking turns slapping his bright red ass.  As they untied the four boys,
everyone in the cabin disavowed any knowledge of how or by whom the deed
had been done, and the only thing the four boys knew was that their
assailants wore white robes and masks.  We all,  dressed and went to the
dining hall for breakfast.

By lunch time, nearly half of the boy members of our band were sporting
Mohawk hair cuts, and some boys from other bands were completely bald, or
had really badly gapped haircuts, making it particularly easy to spot the
male freshmen in each of the bands.

We had practice, working on the music for Friday during the morning
hours, and then Wednesday evening after dinner, we worked on blocking out
the marching routine for the band performance to be held on Saturday
morning.  When we got back to the cabin after field practice, I grabbed
my towel and headed for the shower.  As I was getting under the water,
Keith and his brother Ryan came in and turned on the shower heads to
either side of me.

"Ok, how'd you know we got fucked at the cove?"  Ryan asked me.

"I just figured, since we had just come back from there when we passed
you in the boat.  I just assumed that Skipper and Jerald were taking you
two over there to fuck you too."

"Yeah, well, Skipper fucked both of us and he wasn't polite about it.  It
hurt like hell." Keith said.

"Tell me about it.  That ball on the end of his cock is humongous!" I
replied. "Scary might be a better description."

"How the hell do you know?"  Ryan asked.

"Take my word for it, I know!"  I said.

The two of them closed in on me and began soaping me down.  I relaxed and
let them do whatever they wanted to, as they lathered me from head to
toe, paying special attention to my ass hole and genitals.

"So how come they didn't write on you or tie you to your bed last
night?"  Keith whispered in my ear.

"I honestly don't know, maybe because I'm not a drummer, or maybe they
didn't know where I was sleeping, but from what I saw at the lake, they
got the brass section guys too."

"Yeah, I saw McKnight's back, it says Max blows with gusto, you think
that's true?"  Keith said.

"I don't know, but with those braces on his teeth, I would be afraid to
find out."  I said.  We all three broke out in laughter.

Within minutes, the hands of the two boys were doing their job as my cock
began to rise.  Keith dropped to his knees and began worshiping my cock
with his mouth while his brother began working a wet finger into my ass.
I leaned back against Ryan and turned my head so that we could kiss one
another.  With one quick move, I turned and pushed Ryan to his knees,
then over so that he was on all fours and got behind him, then shoved my
wet cock into his hole.  His brother moved around in front of him and
shoved his cock into Ryan's waiting mouth.  The warm water cascading down
onto us seemed to increase the passion as we all came very soon with very
little effort.  We finished our showers and headed back to the cabin,
just as Taps was starting to play on the loud speaker.  I went to my bunk
and went to sleep almost instantly.

Thursday was more like Wednesday, music practice, lunch, swimming, field
practice, then bed.  Friday morning was hectic.  The concerts were this
afternoon so we had a practice for two hours before lunch.  We were all
in concert uniform, which consisted of black pants, white shirts and red
jackets, with gold braid on the sleeves.  The jackets and pants looked
like tuxedos or military cadets, and the white shirts were stiff with
starch which made them itch as the sun beat down on us.  Each high school
band played individually, then all five bands came together to play a
final selection.  After the two hour concert was over, the parents left
to head home.  Mr. Kinney told us that the band directors would be off
campus until late evening, and that we were all on the honor system to
behave ourselves.

As we were on our way back to our cabins, Ronnie pulled me aside.

"Listen,"  he said, "We have to have a skit for the big bon fire tonight,
but I want to talk to you about a little extra entertainment, for after
the bon fire.  Do you think you might be up for that?"

"Sure Ronnie, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, there's some guys from Newport and some from Pulaski and
Bardstown, who are willing to pay $10.00 each to see you guys do a little
strip and fuck show in our cabin.  I'll give you the money, and you can
divide it with whoever you get to do the show with you."

"We'll have to close the window boards down to keep it secret."  I said,
"That's going to make it awful hot in there.  Could we maybe do it up on
the hill, let everybody use flashlights to light the show?"

"See there, that's what I like about you read, not only are you cute, but
you are a thinker too.  That's a great idea!"

We went to the cabin to get ready for the bon fire and I talked to a
couple of the freshmen to see who would be willing to take part in the
show.  Ronnie asked the other boys in the cabin if they were interested
in paying to see the show, and they all agreed.  He collected $10.00 from
each one of them and told them to meet him outside, in back of the cabin
at 9:30 sharp.  I convinced Clay, Ryan, and Keith to take part in the
show, then set about seeing what we could do for costumes to wear under
our clothes.  The three of them had brought Speedos with them so I told
them that they would have to work.  I had brought the little black
g-string from one of the parties I had been to at Mike's and decided to
wear that under my clothes.  Ronnie had a portable eight track player and
some good music to pick from so we were all set.

Our group did our skit and my cohorts and I bugged out of the bon fire
and headed for our cabin to get ready.  We grabbed a couple of blankets,
the tape player, and a couple of cokes from the machine out by the quad
and headed up the hill.  Since the area was pretty large, we decided that
we would have everybody sit on one side.  We spread the blankets out on
the ground and put the tape player over by one of the logs, then spent
the next little while practicing to do a strip tease dance.  Within a
half hour or so, we heard a loud cheer coming from the camp below us, and
knew that the bon fire was over.  I looked at my watch and saw that it
was 9:15, that gave us exactly thirty minutes to practice before everyone
who was coming would be here.  We played the track over again and danced
some more.  When we saw lights coming up the hill, I told the guys to
take off their shoes and socks, but to play around taking everything else
off.  We might not be the girls that stripped at the Brass Ass in
Newport, but we would put on a decent show.

The first person up the hill was Ronnie, who hurried ahead of everyone
else, leaving Skipper to lead the rest of the guys.

As Ronnie got to the clearing he came over to us.  "There's a little
change of plans guys."  He said as he caught his breath.  Some of the
guys want to know if they can fuck you four, they're willing to pay
$25.00 each to either get blown or fuck you guys up the butt's.  What do
you guys say?"

I looked at the others  then back to Ronnie.  "Well, for me, it would be
just like another day at the club, but these guys are pretty new to this
kind of action.  It's up to them."  I said.

They talked among themselves for a couple of minutes as our audience got
closer.  I guess they decided to make Keith their spokesman as he said,
"Ok, but we get to divide all of the money between the four of us,
right?"

"Yeah." Ronnie said, "I'll collect it before you guys start dancing, and
hold on to it until we head back to camp, then I'll give it to Red and he
can divide it between the four of you."

"Let's do it then!" Keith exclaimed.

Ronnie, Skipper and Jerald got everyone seated and then Ronnie announced
that anyone who wanted to participate in the action after the dance was
over would have to pay an extra $25.00, now."

By the time all the money was collected, there were twenty boys out of
the forty or so, who wanted to have some fun with us.  Ronnie had them
sit in one area so that he would know who were participants and who were
just spectators.

Everyone turned on their flashlights and we started the tape.  While our
dancing was far from professional, we got cat calls and applause from our
audience.  Keith was first to be down to just his Speedo, and Clay was
next.  According to our plan, Ryan and I would be down to that point at
the same time, but when Ryan finally stepped out of his shorts, I was
still teasing with mine.  I turned my back to the audience and dropped my
shorts to the ground.  The g-string made it look like I didn't have
anything on at all, and when I turned around, there were more cat calls.
As the others hooked their thumbs into the waist of their Speedos,
lowering them down on their hips, I untied the g-string and let it come
off.  I tossed it toward the audience and Ronnie caught it right on top
of his head.  From there, until the music ended, we pretended to have sex
with one another.  When the music stopped, Ronnie let the first four of
the twenty come up and undress.

The boy who selected me was a senior from Pulaski named Rex.   My mouth
was watering at the sight of  his meaty cock.  It was already hard,
standing at about six inches and thick, with a nice waddle of foreskin.
I asked if he wanted to fuck me or have a blow job, and he said a blow
would be good.  I couldn't wait to get his cock in my mouth so I could
play with that foreskin with my teeth and tongue.  I took hold of his ass
cheeks with both hands as I nipped and nibbled at the foreskin, before I
opened my mouth and plunged down onto the shaft.  As I sucked down it's
length, I felt the foreskin retract back, exposing the sensitive glans to
my tongue's ministrations, and had him panting within only a few
minutes.  Rex didn't last long, as he was all too soon sending his seed
down my gulping throat.  He pulled up his shorts, thanked  and went back
to sit and watch the rest of the show.

The next guy was built like a football player.  He looked like he would
go at least two hundred pounds, and stood almost five feet eleven.  When
he walked up to me, he was already spitting in his hand and working it on
his cock, but I had other ideas.  I reached into my shorts pocket and
pulled out a jar of Vaseline which I immediately began working into his
cock.  He got behind me and began fumbling around, trying to hit the hole
so I reached back and guided his cock home.  He couldn't have pumped into
me more than three or four times before he was screaming about cumming.

At the same time, Clay was just finishing his first fuck and getting on
his knees in front of his second guy.  The next two to take me on came
out together.  It was none other than the twins from my cabin, Steve and
Matt.  I was actually happy to see them coming up together, because I had
wanted to get my mouth or ass or both on these two since the band trip to
Gatlinburg the previous spring.  I roomed with them in Gatlinburg and
they were always walking around the motel room naked, making me drool.
The brothers tossed a coin and Steve won my ass, which meant I would get
to suck Matt.  Both boys had identical seven inch cocks and I was really
hoping that they would take turns fucking my two holes.

Steve put me on my hands and knees and entered me, then his brother knelt
down in front of me and offered his cock for me to suck.  The two of them
fucked like a well oiled machine, one going in as the other was coming
out and vice versa.  It actually felt like one continuous cock working
all the way through me.  I couldn't believe the sensuality of these two
as they took their good time about fucking into my two openings, and the
sensations were almost unreal.  Matt's cock tasted clean, with just
enough musk to make it tantalizing.  The two of them must have read my
mind, because just as I thought they were both about to cum, they pulled
out and traded places.  If I hadn't seen them trade places, I would have
thought I was still sucking Matt and being fucked by Steve.  The twin
fuck lasted longer than either of the two previous boys put together, and
when they began to cum their hands were everywhere, on my back, my chest,
my ass cheeks, up and down my arms and legs, just everywhere.  It was
totally sensual.    Before they returned to the crowd they both kissed me
on the mouth.  Steve whispered into my ear that we should get together
again after we get back home, and I readily agreed.

By the time the fifth boy was standing in front of me to be blown, there
was a lot of activity going on in the crowd as some of the boys had
paired off and were sucking or jerking one another off.  The fifth boy
was another fast shooter and was gone before I hardly knew his cock was
in my mouth.  As I got up onto my feet Ronnie came over to me and helped
me get my clothes together.  Once I had my shorts on he stuffed a wad of
money into my pocket and he and I went to help the others dress.  Our
audience was all but gone and it was just guys from our cabin still up on
the hill.  As we went down the hill, Ronnie suggested that the four of us
go take showers and he would bring us our towels.  We ducked off the
trail onto the path to the shower house as he and the others went into
the cabin.  Ryan and Keith were jabbering away about how much fun they
had had, and how it wasn't so bad by the second guy.  Ryan still wasn't
into the taste of cum much, but he loved having a big cock stuffed up his
ass.  It was hard to believe that the two brothers had been total virgins
until two days ago.

In the shower house, Clay came over to my spray and looked at me like he
wanted to say something.  Handing me his soap he turned and bent at the
waist, then looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me.

"Please!" he said as he turned back away from me.

I worked the soap in my hands until I had a really thick lather and then
worked my fingers into his well used hole, cleaning out the cum that had
been deposited inside.  I stepped up behind him and positioned my cock at
his hole, then pushed into him.  He moaned contentedly as I began to fuck
him slowly.

I glanced over at Keith and Ryan to see Ryan on his knees, sucking his
brother's cock.  Smiling to myself, I returned my full attention to the
boy on the end of my own cock.  He raised up, keeping my cock trapped
inside him and our mouths met in a passionate kiss.  He rocked his ass on
my cock and breaking our kiss, leaned slightly forward as I began to fuck
into him harder.  I heard him let out a yelp as his cum shot out of his
cock in front of him and doubled the speed of my thrusts as my own climax
built to a frenzied pitch.  I pulled him into me as I drove into him one
last time and blasted my load deep inside him.  When Ronnie came into the
shower block with the towels we were still locked together, reveling in
the intensity of our passion.  Ronnie hung the four towels on the hooks
and left the shower house.

As we exited the showers, Ronnie was waiting outside for the four of us
and we walked back to our cabin together.  Back at the cabin I divided
the money evenly between my three friends and myself, as we talked about
our week of Band Camp.  We finally went to bed around midnight.

Saturday morning we had marching competition immediately after
breakfast.  Our march uniforms were made of wool, and the heat made us
all sweat heavily as we waited for our turn to take the field.  Once the
competition was over, everyone headed for the showers to cool off, before
heading to the dining hall for our final meal at camp and the awards for
the field competition.  We boarded the busses to head home with our
band's second first place field trophy in hand.  Clay, Ryan, Keith,
Steve, Matt and I sat together in the back of the bus, occasionally
copping feels of one another as we made plans to get together soon as we
rode the sixty three miles back home.