Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 15:13:37 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: An Orphan in Summer Camp (gay/adult youth, oral, anal b/M...)

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             An Orphan in Summer Camp
                      By
                     Wolf

	I was in an orphanage as an infant.  From there
I was sent to various faster homes.  The first
foster home was the longest one.  They were very
religious, and very strict.  Any deviance from
established rules resulted in paddling or the belt
applied limberly to my posterior.  The summer I
turned 11-years-old the church arranged for a grant
to send me to a Boy Scout Summer Camp for four
weeks.

	As soon as we arrived at the Delaware, Boy
Scout Camp 'Gateway' we dropped off our duffle
bags in our assigned tents.  Then we had to gather
at the water front in swimming suits.  I was a little
shy about changing clothes in front of the strange
boys that were going to be my tent-mates for the
next week.  The Troops normally only stayed a week.
I turned my back to the other guys to change
clothes.

	I didn't know anything about my family other
than I was supposed to be an Anglo-Saxon.  I had an
olive complexion that allowed me to tan nicely.  Just
a couple of days in the sun and I would have
pronounced tan lines.  My hair was dark brown and
my eyes were brown too.  My face was round with
high cheek bones.  I was rather shinny at the time,
with smooth skin, but I did have a plump butt.  After
getting my swimming trunks on and getting out my
paperwork I followed the other guys to the
waterfront.

	As we lined up for our swimming test, I was
embarrassed standing in line in a skin tight 'Speedo'
bathing suit.  I felt like everyone was looking at the
bulge in my trunks, as a result I was holding my
towel in front of my crotch.  At the same time I was
checking out the other boy's chests and crotches.

	Before we were to take the swimming test we
had to turn in the paper work.  We were lined up
facing a couple of desks where adult men sat facing
us behind dining tables.  They would call out names
and the boy would have to go to the table and turn in
our permission to treat forms and certificate of
physical from a doctor.  Then answer questions
before being told where to go.  Most were gathering
on the floating dock to await the Lifeguard's
command to jump into the water and swim around
markers to prove they could swim.

	There was a couple guys checking our breathing
with a stethoscope, and asking questions about our
health.  When I heard one of the men call out
Francis Cummings I crossed the space to stand in
front of the table of the man that had called out my
name.  I was naive enough to answer the questions
truthfully.  When the man asked me if I had any
aches or pains, I was stupid enough to tell him that I
had an ear ache in the right ear.  The man sent me
to see the camp nurse.

	As I headed back up the camp ground to the
nurse's cabin I heard some curious remarks.  Some
of the older Scouts made funny joking comments
like "Be sure and find out if the nurse in a man or
woman."

	As I made my way to the nurse's cabin, I
remember feeling so naked crossing the grounds in
just my bathing suit.  I wondered if the older Scouts
were suggesting that the nurse was one of those
kinds of men that like men.  I was completely
fascinated by the idea.  I was just ignorant enough
to not connect my fascination with other guy's
bodies and men that I like men too.

	When I reached the wooden steps I ascended
the three steps to open the screen door and knocked
on the door.  I had to wait a short time for the door
to open.  I even knocked a second time.  I was hoping
that I would be able to get back to the lake and go
swimming.

	While I waited, I took that time to check out
my surrounding there was a wooden plaque painted
white with a red cross carved in the wood.  Then I
looked at the rest of the camp.  There was a large
dining hall facing the waterfront and a large parade
ground for the gathering of the youth before meals
and ceremonies.  There were cabins for staff
nestled among the trees.  There was a straight path
leading back from the lake with designated areas
with names of enamels on posts and groups of heavy
water tight canvas tents arranged in squares.  I was
hoping that I would be able to get back to the lake
and go swimming.  Finally the door opened.

	The man that answered the door looked sleepy.
He was dressed in just Scout shouts and an olive
green ribbed sleeveless undershirt.  The man was
pudgy and his body was very hairy.  He told me that
he was the camp nurse and his name was Steve.

	As I entered the single room I took in the
layout of the cabin.  There was an examining table
and cabinets set up next to a sink.  It had that look
of a doctor's office, but in the back of the room was
an unmade bed.  I thought it was strange that the
man was still sleeping so late in the day.  He directed
me to hop up on the table before he asked me,
"What seems to be the problem, Son?"

	I explained that I had been told by the man at
the waterfront told me to come see you because I
have an ear ache.  The man asked me if I wanted him
to check my ear.  Then his face lit up and he got a
big smile before he asked me if I would like a
complete exam.

	I saw him looking at my body the way I studied
the other boys.  I felt the flush of embarrassment,
a little panic and then a little awkward very quickly.
The result was my dick sprang a boner.  I knew he
was a man that liked other men and he liked me!

	For some reason, it was as if I was forced to
admit that I like men and boys too, at the same time
what could happen could be interesting too.  I chose
the full exam because I thought this was going to be
sexy.

	He kept smiling as he assured me that a full
exam would be the best.  I nodded my head in
agreement, while wondering what he was going to do.
He was smiling broadly as he leaned in close and
asked me if I was sure.  I could smell his breath, and
see the stubble of his beard.  I noticed that he was
rubbing the front of his shorts.  I nodded my head
again.  With that he used that light with the plastic
cone to look into my ears.  Apparently there was
nothing serious in there.  Then he used his
stethoscope to listen to my lungs through my back
and chest.  Next he sat down in sat swivel chair to
use that little rubber hammer to tap on my knees to
watch my reflex.  He even tapped my elbows.  Then
he told me to step down and drop my swimsuit.

	I knew where this was going.  I slipped off of
the table.  My swimsuit was the only protection I
had.  Besides I still had a boner resting over the left
side of the trunks.  I was reluctant to show this man
my boner.  I got up the nerve to ask, "What does
this have to do with my ear?"

	He was still smiling as he as he stood up and
closed the door and said firmly, "Do as you're told!"

	I had been trained to obey authority.  I
dropped my eyes to avoid his gaze.  That was when I
saw that he had a huge boner outlined in his shorts.
Something told me that I would be seeing that soon.
I hoped off of the table and pulled the drawstring
of my swimsuit.  I had to pull the trunks free of my
butt and bend over to step out of them.  When I
stood up I still averted looking him in the eye.

	When he put his hand under my chin and lifted
my head I felt my boner spring up.  Steve asked me
again, "Are you sure you want a full physical?"

	I felt like I would melt into the floor.  I just
nodded my head.  He asked, "Are you going to obey
me?"  I nodded my head again.

	He put one hand in a rubber surgical glove and
stuck his finger just under the left side of my dick
in the scrotum and pressed upwards and told me to
turn my head and cough.  After I coughed a couple
of times he stuck his finger under the other side of
my dick and told me to cough again.  My dick was
sticking out in front of my body like a flagpole.  He
smiles at me and said, "You are feeling good aren't
you?"

	I smiled sheepishly, "Yes."

	Steve took hold of my dick with his un-gloved
hand and turned me around.  I felt completely
vulnerable.  He sat back in his chair and told me to
bend over.  He was still holding my dick.  I swear my
butt was right in his face as he stuck the gloved
finger into my asshole.  He was stroking something
inside me.  In a very short time I had a dry climax.
He was still hanging onto my dick and felt every
surge.  I had no idea what he had done to me.  I had
jacked off many times but had never had a climax
like that.  When he withdrew his finger he massaged
my butt.  My dick was still as hard as a rock.

	Steve asked, "Did you like the finger wave I
just gave you?"

	I nodded my head again.

	Steve said, "You are going to have to learn to
speak up and tell me what you want.  Would you like
me to use my finger thermometer on your asshole
again?  Tell me what you want!"

	"Would you please put your finger in my asshole
again?"

	Steve gave me a sweet smile.  Get back up on
the table and get on your hands and knees.  When I
did as he told me he placed his hand on my back and
told me to cross my arms and rest my head on them.
When I did as he requested he ran his hands all over
my butt.  Then he stuck that finger back into my
asshole again.  The second dry climax was even
stronger than the first.  I surrendered to his will
and did anything he wanted.

	I spent the rest of the afternoon in the cabin.
We used his bed.  He lay on his back after removing
his shorts and had me play with his dick.  I could not
believe all of the hair around his cock and even on
his balls.  I licked his cock and slobbered all over it
to get the hair away from his cock.  He encouraged
me to take hold of his cock and jack him off a little
I made sure the hair was matted against his body.
When he told me to suck his cock I put it in my
mouth.  It took me a little while to learn how to suck
cock without gagging.  By the time he had shot two
loads of cum in my mouth I was able to swallow it
without gagging too.

	While I was kneeling over the bed to give him a
blowjob, he kept a finger in my asshole.  Eventually
Steve made arrangements to have two dinners
delivered to the nurses' station.  The cook that
delivered the dinners had to have a look at the
newbie that Steve was breaking in.  He gave me a
wicked smile when he saw me sitting naked on the
bed.

	That evening Steve made arrangements to have
me assigned as a special staff member to the nurses'
cabin.  I went to the tent I had been assigned to
gather up by duffle bag.  A couple of guys said,
"Have fun."

	For the next couple of days I hardly left the
cabin or put clothes on.  Not being a Scout I did not
have a uniform.  Steve selected a shirt and shorts
form a lost and found box.  The shirt didn't have any
insignia on it.  He got staff epaulets to identify me
as a staff member.  The shorts he selected were
very tight.  It was just as well that I was so skinny
because the shorts fit like they were painted on me.
The seam wedged between my butt cheeks.  The
front was so tight that everyone that cared to look
could see the bulge of my balls were on the right
side of the fly and my little cock was outlines
running up the left side at the crease of my left leg.
I was not allowed to wear underwear.  If the seat on
the shorts were not wet from some guys cum or
they looked like they were starched from dry cum.

	Steve introduced me to a few of the other
staff members.  I spent a night in each one of their
cabins in turn.  I learned quickly which staff
members to act straight around and which ones I
could get nasty with.

	It took me a little time to change from a
scarred, shy, skinny little boy into a confident
lustful boy, capable of express my desires to lusty
older men.  It was not easy for me as a skinny boy to
accept large cock in my ass.  It took time for me to
be able to bend over and take the largest cock up my
ass.

	Where I would have been terribly embarrassed
a few days earlier if any of the guys made a
comment about me sucking their cocks, I developed
confidence in my sexuality and took pride in the fact
that so many of the adult staff was vying for me to
spend the night in their beds.  By the second week I
was confident enough to approach the men and ask
them to do stuff to me that I wanted.

	The sports counselor was Mr. Jones.  He was
like a gym teacher, tall, muscular, about 30-years-
old.  He was strict on the Scout's and demanded
instant obedience to his orders.  The Scouts were
afraid of him.  I found that in his cabin he was a
sweetheart.  When I would spend the night with him
I had to do sit-ups and suck his cock on the upswing.
His pushups were on top of me.  The down strokes
sent his cock deep into my butt.  He also made
arrangements for midnight canoe trips across the
lake to a hutting cabin where sportsmen would
gamble over the right to be the first one to use the
Scouts being brought over for their pleasure.

	The Camp Manager was Mr. Lake.  He oversaw
the operation of the camp.  He was pudgy and hairy
like Steve.  He did have a thick dick.  In private he
was very friendly.

	The nights I spent in the camp office were
nights of luxury, silk sheets and all.  He would lie on
the bed like an Arabian Sheik while I would squat
over his hips bouncing up and down on his fat cock.
He had a thing for licking the assholes of boys too.

	Father Brian was the camp Chaplin, a tall, older
man with gray hair.  He was endowed with a huge
dick.  He was known for being strict too.  He carried
his crucifix at all time and was quick to rap the
noggin of boys with it.  I had a lot of fun acting as
his altar-boy and posing for him when he wanted
pictures to shave with other men.

	There were college aged staff members, men
that delivered supplies and businessmen that funded
the camp that took advantage of the entertainment
offered for special guests.

	I was in heaven.  On Sundays while Scouts were
leaving and new Scouts were arriving I would done
the vestments of the altar-boy and help serve mass.
I'm sure none of Scouts suspect that neither Fr.
Brian nor I had any clothes on under our vestments.
As part of my duties I would suck his cock before
mass to relax him.  After mass when we were in the
sanctuary the good father would lift my vestment
and fuck my ass while jacking me off.  I must say
there was a lot of cum stains on my white vestment.

	One of my favorite games to play was for the
councilors to tie me to a bunk bed, spread eagle so
that anyone that wanted could use me.  I was a little
slut.  I would suck cocks by the hour and get cum
sprayed all over my face and body.  Guys would fuck
me while jacking off my dick.

	Before I had to go home there was a party
where I was blindfolded and had to identify the
person by the taste of their cocks.  It was
interesting how many I correctly identified just by
sucking their cocks.  I was broken hearted when my
month was over and I had to return to the real
world.

	My life was never the same.  At least I was
moved from the house of that religious family and
placed in the home of a couple where the husband
got off fucking me while his wife watched.


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