Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2020 20:52:50 +0000 (UTC) From: David Auslander Subject: Tim's Summer Vacation - Part 2 TIM'S SUMMER VACATION PART 2 This story contains consensual sex between Males. If you are not 18 - DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If this type of story is not acceptable where you live, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. Please send a contribution to NIFTY to keep this site up and free. Little Tim was on the bus for several hours. Eventually, the bus pulled into a station in the Adirondack Mountains. He got his trunk and sat in the waiting room. In a few minutes, a man came in carrying a sign that said: "TIM". Tim went over to the man and said: "I'm Tim! Are you Mr. Johnson?" The man put out his hand to be shaken. He said: "Tim. I'm Fred Johnson, the camp director. I'll take you to our Camp." Outside was Mr. Johnson's station wagon. They loaded Tim's trunk in the back, and Tim rode "Shotgun" in the front passenger seat. As they drove on some back-country roads, Fred began talking. He said: "You are here early to help get the camp ready for the campers. The rest of the staff arrives next week, including the cooks, so for the next week you will be eating at our house. My house is just as we enter the camp, and the Camper's area is in the back. I will take you to the counselor's cabin, and you will have the pick of beds. Then we will go to my house for dinner. I trust you have your driver's license. During the week, I will be sending you into town to pick up needed supplies at the hardware store." They continued to drive back-country roads. Tim memorized the roads, as he would have to get to town. Eventually they drove to a side road. Over this side-road was an archway made of branches. Over the top of the arch, "Camp Iroquois" was spelled out by white birch sticks. They turned into this side road, and drove along a tree covered road, just wide enough for one car. They drove past a regular house. They drove along the road until they came to a fork in the road. Mr Johnson said: "The mess hall is down that road! The counselor's cabin is to the right. They drove to the right and, after a few moments, the car pulled into a parking area on the right. Beyond was a "Rustic" cabin. After parking Mr. Johnson helped wrestle Tim's trunk into the Cabin. It was a typical camp cabin. A large room with 8 metal bed frames, 4 on each side, with folded mattresses on the frames. Tim selected a bed under a screened window and unfolded the mattress. He put his trunk at the foot of the chosen bed. Mr. Johnson went to a linen closet and got fresh bedding. Tim made up his bed. Mr. Johnson then said: "You had better bring a flashlight when we go for dinner. We will go back to my house and have dinner and you will walk back to the cabin. But before we go..." at that point he pushed Tim back on the bed. He quickly pulled down Tim's pants and underwear and swallowed Tim's prick which immediately erected. Mr. Johnson proceeded to give an experienced blow job. Tim was so stunned that he did not try to stop Mr. Johnson. He was amazed! Mr. Johnson made no attempt to create pleasure in Little Tim. He thought only of his own pleasure. Tim ejaculated. Mr. Johnson came off Tim's cock and wiped his lips. "Very nice," He said. Tim was in a daze, He did not believe what had just happened. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react! He decided to act as though nothing had happened. He and Mr. Johnson returned to the car. They returned to the house. Mr. Johnson pulled up to a two car garage. They got out of the car. Fred opened the garage door and led Tim through the garage directly into the kitchen. The kitchen table had been set four four. At the stove was Mrs. Johnson, a bleach blond who had gone to pot. Also at the table was a young man. Mr. Johnson introduced Tim to his son. Young John had had an early growth spurt, he was over 6 feet tall even though he was only 12. He also introduced Mrs. Johnson who immediately said: "Call me Peg." They sat down to eat and Mrs. Johnson served dinner. Dinner was delicious. When he had finished eating, Tim went out through the garage and walked back to his cabin. He quickly undressed and got into the bed. In the middle of the night, Tim woke up when the blanket was pulled off of him. He looked up in shock. It was Mrs. Johnson. She was in a flimsy robe, under which she was naked. She reached between Tim's legs and manipulated his prick. Despite his reluctance, he erected. Mrs. Johnson straddled Tim and mounted him. She began Bouncing. Tim lay there not believing what was happening. He was glad to know he could function with a female, but was put off by Mrs. Johnson's attitude. She was just like her husband in that she only thought of her own sexual pleasure and made no attempt to engender pleasure in Tim. After a few moments, she had an orgasm. She froze in place as the orgasm affected her whole body. She then got off Tim and went out the door taking no notice that Tim had not cum. Tim got off the bed and went into the bathroom. He took a towel and dried his crotch which was covered with her juices. He was still erect. He knew that if the situation was not taken in hand, he would have a case of blue balls. So he grabbed his cock and jerked off, making sure his cum went down a drain. He straightened his PJs and then walked to his bed, got in it, covered himself with the blanket and went to sleep. The next morning. Tim was awakened by the arrival of Mr. Johnson's station Wagon. He got up, dressed and went out to the car and got in. Mr. Johnson backed out of the parking space and continued to drive down the back road. Mr. Johnson began to talk: "Today, I am bringing you to the "Arts and Crafts" building. It has been closed up all winter, so you will open the shutters and air the place out. Check on the craft supplies and make a listing of what you think we will need." He handed Tim a sheet of paper. "Here, this is a copy of the crafts inventory. What it should be and what it is. I need you to check if it is correct and we will order in any craft supplies we need." They pulled up to a closed up cottage. Mr. Johnson pulled into a parking lot. They got out of the car, went to the building and Mr. Johnson unlocked the door. He went back to the car and backed out as Tim entered the building. The first thing Tim did was to open all the windows. Then he went to the circuit breaker box and turned on the power. He turned on the lights and began to peruse the craft supplies, which were in built in cubicles in the exterior walls. In the middle of the room was a ping-pong table with several chairs around it. The noise of the creaking screen door alerted Tim that someone was coming in. He turned around and there was young John. He may have been only 12, but he was almost a foot taller than Tim, and 100 lbs. Heavier. Young John said: "I saw what you did last night!" An amazed Tim said: "What?" Young John replied: "I was outside the window and saw you fuck my mother; but I wont tell! Tim asked: "What?" Without asking, young John approached Tim. He grabbed the young man and forced him to lean over the ping pong table. Young John tore Tim pant's down and forced his erect cock into Tim, and fucked him. Tim was amazed! He did not believe that this was happening! Young John cummed quickly. He pulled out of Tim, put his cock back into his pants and said: "Very nice! As long as we can do this, I won't tell anyone that you fucked my mother." With that, he turned and went out the door. Tim stood there with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He had trouble accepting that this had just happened. With horror, he realized that young John had used no protection. He started thinking: Mr. Johnson had blown him; Mrs. Johnson had fucked him; and young John had raped him. Why had all three Johnson's felt free to accost him? What did this say about the rest of the staff due to arrive the following week. Was Tim to be the "Fresh Meat de jour", to be passed from one staff member to another? After more thought, Tim decided that maybe what had happened was a one time thing. He would wait and see what happened in the next few days. Tim pulled up his pants, and continued with the inventory! A couple of hours later. Mr. Johnson arrived with a sandwich and a bottle of soda for Tim, he then exited the building. Tim then continued with the inventory. He worked all afternoon then, with great trepidation, he walked to the Johnson house for dinner. Dinner was excellent. When it was over, Tim exited the kitchen through the garage. He did not realize it, but he was followed by young John. Tim walked through the garage. Suddenly, he was grabbed from the back and violently thrown against a car. Before Tim could react, his assailant ripped his pants and underwear down, and a hard cock entered him. At that point, Tim realized that it was young John. It was a quick fuck. After he cummed, young John said: "Very nice!" he pulled out of Tim, put his spent cock into his pants, and went back into the kitchen. Tim stood there, with his pants and underwear at his ankles, not believing that it had happened again. He pulled his pants and underwear up, and started walking back to the counselor's cabin. Later that night, Tim was laying in bed when the door opened, and in came Mrs. Johnson. As happened the previous night, she walked over to Tim's bed, pulled his blanket off him and then she pulled out his cock and began playing with it. By this time, Tim was wide awake. The manipulating of his cock caused him to erect. Mrs. Johnson slid Tim's erect cock into her vagina and began bouncing! Soon she orgasmed and froze. She got off Tim and walked out the door, without a backwards glance. Once again, Tim had not cum and his crotch was wet. He went into the bathroom, dried himself off, and took care of the other problem. He went back to bed and contemplated the summer. He realized that he was going to be a sexual plaything for the next six weeks. Not only would he be the plaything of the three Johnsons; but what about the rest of the staff? If the Johnsons felt free to molest him on his first night, what did that say about the staff. Did they all allow the Johnsons to use them for sexual favors? And they used no protection and used him for their sexual pleasure. He realized that he could not stay there. He got up, got his wallet, and counted his money. He had 23 Dollars! Not enough to buy a bus ticket home. He decided to always carry his cell phone with him, and call the Coach and inform him of the problem.