Date: Tue, 4 May 1999 22:13:59 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Camp Au Naturel This is the first of seven chapters of the adventures of a gay teen at an all male, all gay, nudist summer camp. He does quite a bit more than just look at the other boys so if you're not into that kind of thing, or it's illegal in your neck of the woods to even read about this kind of stuff then please leave. Otherwise, enjoy and let me know how you like it. You can write me at sidg@compuserve.com For all of you who've downloaded this story from www.nifty.org please take the time, and money, to support the site. It survives on our contributions, and without it you can't read great, sexy stories like this one. Camp Au Naturel by Sid G Week One Hi, my name's Rod Altair and I want to tell you about my Summer vacation. I was thirteen and only five feet ten inches tall at that point and slender but a solid six pack. My blonde hair was long and scraggly. My parent's, older sister, younger brother and I have always been naturists so when the catalogue for Camp Au Naturel came in the mail it was a natural fit. While the all-boys camp professed allegiance to the non-sexual nature of the naturist movement I got hard just looking at the waist up pictures of the boys. There had to be at least a couple other gay boys there willing to have some fun. My parents agreed to let me go, we did the limited packing required, and off I went on the fifth of July . For the trip up I wore the shortest pair of shorts I could find and ripped the side seams half way up as well. Naturally, no underwear. To complete what I hoped was a sexy picture I wore a tank top that stopped above my navel. There were three boys in my bunk when I arrived along with the counselor and a total of eight beds. As I'd expected I was the tallest one so far, and would remain that way. We introduced ourselves and sat around repeating the process until the other four boys showed up. It was only then that I discovered the staff slept in their own quarters Ten minutes after the last boy's parents left a whistle blew. "All clear," called the counselor who proceeded to strip. In a flash we were all naked and checking each other out. "That's better, much much better," Allen said. He was a foot shorter than me but his blonde hair had to be as long as it ran down his back, stopping an inch before it reached his cute ass. "Hell yeah," Brett said. Brett was about 5'5" with short black hair and the beginnings of a hairy chest. "You've been keeping that butt of yours in shape since last Summer, Ally?" "Maybe you'll find out, maybe you wont." "Boys, come over and sit down," the counselor said. He waited for us to be seated in front of him. "I want to welcome y'all to Camp AuNatural. My name's John and I'll be your counselor for the next eight weeks. I see some of you are rookies, and some are back for more fun and games." Snickers came from several sources. "There are certain rules that must be followed. First, shorts must be worn in the dining room, we don't want any burnt cocks this year. The same for arts and crafts and jocks and other appropriate sports equipment must be worn when called for. There will be other times when clothes are required but we'll tell you ahead of time. Secondly, you will keep this bunk clean, yourselves clean, and the surrounding area clean. Third, none of you would be here if your folks weren't comfortable with nudism. I also know that a good number of you are gay and that's cool. I'm gay and so is most of the staff. If you want to have sex with each other that's fine. Just be safe and no means no, and limits means limits. Understood?" We all nodded, and I noticed all of my bunkmates were smiling. "Finally, when a staff member tells you to do something or stop doing something you listen." Allen stood up and walked in front of John. "And what's the first thing you're going to tell me this year?" "Suck my cock Ally." We all moved around to watch as the shortest one in the bunk slowly inhaled John's hard eight inches. It took about ten minutes but he finally had his nose in John's bush. The rest of us gasped. I suddenly felt a strange hand pulling mine off of my cock and start to massage it. I looked down and followed the arm over to a black haired, very thin Mexican-American named Pedro who smiled at me. I returned it and took hold of his cock. We began stroking each other as we watched Allen work on John's cock. A wet mouth on my cockhead brought me back to myself and I saw Pedro had taken the next step. I pulled away and brought his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. We moved into a 69 position and quickly swallowed each others cock and started sucking on each other. From around the room I heard the sounds of various sucking and figured there had to be at least one three-way going or somebody was being left out. And somehow I didn't think this crew would do a thing like that. I also wondered if I could duplicate Allen's feat. Pedro's precum landing on my tongue brought all my attention back to the cock on hand and I speeded up my bobbing. It didn't take much longer before I was swallowing his boy juice and seconds later he was returning the favor. When we were both spent I sat up and pulled Pedro into my lap and we kissed again. This time our tongues met and our sperm mixed in a very tasty way. A series of moans and shouts got our attention and we looked around at our new bunkmates. Cum was dripping from mouths, chests and cocks as we all collapsed on the floor. All that is except Ally who was still working on John's raging eight inch long steel rod. Suddenly John grabbed Ally by his shoulders and lifted him up. As soon as mouth left cock John erupted, covering the small boy's face with a gallon of sperm. Alley's tongue flew between trying to catch the flying cum and licking his face clean. When John was spent he lay the boy on the floor and Brett got off of somebody's lap and proceeded to lick his friends face clean. "I'm glad to see you've begun to get to know each other already," John said." Everybody laughed. "Seriously though, that is important. You have two hours until supper. Finish unpacking, make your beds and take a shower if you want. After that you can take a walk around the place. Vets help the rookies and everyone better be ready when I get back or Mr. Hand will meet Mr. Ass." John stood up, put his shorts on a shelf marked "for staff use only," and walked out. "What did he mean by Mr. Hand and Mr. Ass?" Pedro asked. "You break the rules or misbehave your naked ass gets spanked by hand or whatever else the staff member wants to use. No appeal and it gets done when and where the staff member says so," Brett said. "And if you tick John off he can find rules nobody else has ever heard of in order to burn buns," Jake added. It was the first really good look I'd gotten at him for some reason. Five and a half feet of solid muscle topped with a shaved skull. At first I thought it might be because of cancer but quickly found out he just liked look, and his parents had stopped caring what he did the day he came out to them. Just gave him the money he wanted with the instructions not to do anything that would embarrass them. I made my bed and started unpacking. Halfway down I found a pack of condoms with a note from my mother to be careful. At the bottom I found a large box of condoms with a note from my dad to be careful and have fun. As I put them away I smiled remembering that at last years camp we had used our counselor's rubbers as water balloons and had nearly gotten him fired because of it. "Hey rookies, want to get the grand tour?" Jake asked a half hour later. "Sure," I said and we headed out along with Pedro and Christopher. Brett and Ally had already disappeared and Bob and Ray were catching up with each other. The camp was really impressive and it was clear that we were expected to do more than just lie around, work on our tans and have sex all day. All the athletic fields and other facilities were there and ready for use. There were softball fields, volleyball and tennis courts, a soccer/football field, even archery targets. For some reason the image of my being strapped face forward to one of the targets with a bulls eye drawn around my hole leapt to mind. "No basketball Jake?" Chris asked. "Doesn't work. The Sun baking an asphalt or concrete court would blister your feet in seconds. The tennis and volleyball courts are grass because that's the coolest. There's very little of anything else to walk on really. The wood surfaces are kept damp so be careful on the steps and the dock by the lake. Hey, anybody want to go for a quick swim?" We all said yes and started running behind Jake down the long sloping field towards the lake. As we ran I saw a lot of the other campers. The camp ran in age from eight to sixteen, and there were hot boys of every age. It felt a little weird when four younger boys joined us and I started staring at the hot ass of a boy who was barely four feet tall. Jake slowed as we hit the beach and I noticed him scanning the area. "There's the green flag, at the end of the pier," the boy in front of me called. "Aye, aye Petey, everybody in," Jake yelled as he picked up speed. My cock shrank as we hit the chilly water but the coolness felt good after the afternoon heat. I hoped I wouldn't get burned where the Sun usually doesn't shine. After ten minutes of hard swimming I turned on my back and started floating. A pair of hands on my stomach started to pull me down but a quick kick restored my equilibrium without dislodging them. Picking my head up I saw Petey staring me in the eyes. "I'm not a raft you know," I said. "Big enough, and you even come with a handle," the boy said as he grabbed my quickly rising cock. "Big handle, I'm Petey, what's your name. "Rod." "Really?" I nodded, I had dreaded the Rod with the rod jokes that might get going. I just didn't think it would be a little twit who would start it. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make jokes. Last year I was Petey with the little peter, so I know what it feels like. Oh, I'm ten, this is my third year here, and I know all the uses you can put this to." As he finished he gently stroked my cock once. "I appreciate that. I'm thirteen and a rookie in Jake's bunk, and I know a lot of uses for it too." Petey started stroking my cock in a slow, steady rhythm. "Like this?" "Oh, yeah, just like that." I continued to float while he treaded water and jerked me off. As I got close it became harder to stay afloat so I had to divide my concentration. Finally he brought me over the top and I shot straight up in the air. "Thar she blows," somebody shouted and it was picked up by everybody else in the water. I picked my head up and realized I was surround by at least a dozen boys of all ages. "Aye me mates, and once he recharges he'll be ready for another blow," I said. My hands reached down and grabbed onto Petey as my legs fell and pulled his mouth to mine. I started to give him a light kiss but felt his tongue on my lips and let him in. One hand slipped down to his tight, smooth butt and I could feel a tingle inside me as I caressed it. I was beginning to wonder if I'd found a use for one of my condoms when he whispered in my ear. "Eventually, and in private, only in private." "Fine," I whispered, "we've got all Summer." A shrill whistle sounded. "Out of the water and back to your bunks, half-hour to supper." The life guard was wearing a jock strap, dark sunglasses and a cap on a magnificent frame. Dark black hair was tied behind in a very short ponytail. Out of all the kids in the water I swore he was looking only at the two of us. "Rod, that's my brother Mike. Mike, this is Rod, he's a rookie." "Hi Mike, glad to meet you and your brother." He nodded, "Just be careful in the water. A lake can be a dangerous place for those who don't take care of their buddies properly." "Gotcha," I said. "Let's go buddy, you heard the life guard." Jake waited for me just past Petey's cabin. "Petey's a great kid, and so is his big brother. But Mike is very protective, so if you hook up with the kid you're hooked for the Summer." I considered this for a moment. "Mike wouldn't expect me not to have sex with anybody else, would he?" "No, he might even want a piece of your ass himself, and he does have quite a tool. I learned the rules last year. You don't hurt the kid's feelings, have sex with any of his bunkmates, or in front of him with anyone else." "And don't even think of breaking up," I said. "Smart for a rookie," Jake said. "Now let's move it, we have to get dressed for supper. And put your shorts on first and then dry your hair." I had no sooner buttoned my shorts up when John walked in, and reluctantly smiled at eight properly attired thirteen-year-old boys. "My, my, I'm glad to see you all have something between your ears and don't think just with your cocks. Now let's go, this may be your last decent meal until visiting day." Outside of the dining hall over two hundred fine examples of the almost nude male stood in silence waiting for the doors to open. This included 160 campers, twenty counselors and assorted other program staff. I spotted Petey with his bunkmates and gave him a quick nod which he returned with a smile. He turned slightly to give me a better look at his ass under his painted on shorts. They had to be the same ones he wore his first Summer at camp. When the doors opened the bunks entered in order, from one to twenty, and proceeded to their table. Mr. Adonis, the camp director, welcomed us and introduced the rest of the senior staff. The waiters wore togas tied tight around their bodies, definitely the most dressed people in camp, except, I guessed, for the cooks. The food wasn't bad, and as predicted it did go down hill from there except for visiting day and the last week of camp. After supper everybody headed straight back to the lake and a campfire. It was a clothing mandatory event, to prevent the dreaded spark-on-dick disease. I was sitting between Pedro and Chris. We were listening to the folk singer, getting to know each other better when I felt a soft head lean against my chest. Without looking down I put an arm around the smooth chest and pulled it closer to me. "Guys this is Pete, you may remember him from earlier this afternoon. His brother's Mike the lifeguard. Pete, to our right is Pedro and to the left is Chris. They're in my bunk. Pete turned and said hi to both and then snuggled back into me. "Keep talking, I just want to get comfortable and warm." I kissed him gently on the top of his head and went back to talking to my bunkmates while enveloping my young friend with my arms. Not that Pete, I've never liked diminutive names like Petey, so if we were going to be close then it was going to be Pete, remained silent. A steady stream of quips, comments, observations and an amazing eye for other boys making out kept all of us in stitches. Eventually Pedro came around and sat in front of Chris and leaned back into him, that was when we finally fell silent and just listened to the music and watched the fire and stars. The next morning we gathered on the bunk porch after breakfast, letting the morning Sun warm our bodies. Away from the warmth of the campfire the air had been chilly and the bunks are unheated. John finally rejoined us carrying two backpacks and wearing a third. "Time to get started, we're going for a hike around the lake so get your shorts and shoes on fast. Last three get the packs," John said and we ran inside. As I turned to go back out I saw Brett hip-check Pedro right into me. As I caught him I saw Chris, the third rookie, picking himself up off the floor. We were the only ones left in the bunk. "Hey girls, deciding what to wear?" John called from outside. I motioned to the other two and whispered, they nodded and we limped out the front door. "And what's with you three?" John asked. "Well, in his rush Brett accidentally, I'm sure, knocked into Pedro who slightly twisted his ankle and fell into me. I think I may have pulled a back muscle, I don't think either one of us can carry a backpack and keep up with the bunk like you'd want sir," I said. "And Bob's foot accidentally came down on mine and I tripped slightly spraining my ankle so I don't think I can carry one either," Chris said. "You're hurt but you don't want out of the hike?" John asked. "Yes sir," the three of us said. "Then I guess Bob, Ray and Brett will have to carry the packs for you. Boys, that just goes to show you have to be safety conscious even in the bunk." The vets glared at us rookies but we just smiled back and gave them the middle finger salute. To continue the act the three of us fell to the end of the line and John fell in behind me at the tail. "You spoiled their fun you know." I nodded, "Just tell them if they want to initiate us then do it honestly. If I didn't lift weights catching Pedro could have injured my back. Besides, we may be queers, but we're not pansies." John patted my ass, then gave it a gentle squeeze. Smiling he moved to the head of the line and picked up the pace. After two miles we reached a clearing where a second path detoured up the mountain. John called a halt and passed out bottle of water from one of the packs. Doing the math quickly I figured the pack had to be about eight to ten pounds lighter than it had been so I volunteered to take it from Ray for the next leg. I strapped it on, and groaned as John didn't continue on the relatively flat five mile circuit of the lake but turned onto the second path. It was a gradual slope up but I started hurting almost right away. After fifteen minutes I saw John on a flat space up ahead and called for him to wait. "What's the matter, the big tall rookie can't carry a backpack," Ally called. "I can carry the backpack and you on my shoulders little one if the straps are adjusted properly. Right now the cross bar is digging into my lower back." Ally started towards me but John caught him by the shoulder. "That's enough, apologize Rod." "Sorry Ally, I shouldn't have said that. But this pack is killing me John," I said, though I was looking more at John than Ally. Ally nodded and headed up the mountain while everyone else took the chance to sit while John and I worked on the backpack. When he was finished John smiled and said, "You're carrying this the rest of the way since I'm not fixing it again." I took two steps, smiled back and said, "No sweat." By the time we reached the cleared summit of the mountain I was covered with sweat. Halfway up the mountain Pedro and Chris had taken the other two backpacks but all eight of us collapsed on the ground as soon as we hit the top. In front of us lay the camp and the mountains that surrounded it. "Hey where's Ally?" Brett called a couple minutes later. John was up in a flash, scanning the area. The rest of us rose and spread out. I headed to the far side of the crest and saw him sitting down by the trees. I turned and yelled that I saw him and headed down. When I reached him I saw he had his head in his hands and he was crying. I sat next to him and put my arm around him. He tried shrugging it off but I wouldn't let him. "So the giant is going to drag me back up the hill?" "Only if you want me to," I said. "Your kind does what they want to my kind," Ally snapped. "What the hell are you talking about?" "You giants see us small kids as nothing but objects to tease and hurt." "It isn't all that easy being Goliath or the Jolly Green Giant either you know. I bet no first grader ever asked you how the weather was up there." "You're kidding," Ally finally looked up and I wiped his tears away. "Nope, and I was three inches shorter then. Of course I picked him up and put him higher on the climbing bars than he'd ever been before." "Get in trouble?" "Big time when he turned out to be the school superintendent's son." We both started laughing. "Friends," I said. "Friends," he said, "can you really carry me on your shoulders?" "Hop on." Alley climbed onto my shoulders and I slowly rose. A pair of hands on my back both steadied and surprised me. I slowly turned and saw John smiling at us. I walked up the hill and when I reached the top Ally spread his arms and shouted, "I'm the king of the world." "And I'm the Titanic," I said and fell to my knees and rolled on top of him. He pinched my butt and I got off. Realizing our bunkmates had stripped we followed suit and Ally gave me a good look at his tight buns. My cock sprung to life. He turned and gave it a few gentle strokes. "Stop or finish it," I moaned. The little twit stopped and walked away. We took the sandwiches and sodas out of the other two packs and enjoyed a picnic on top of the mountain. After lunch Ally walked over and sat on my lap. Once again my cock rose to attention until it was pressing against his crack. "That's better, much much better," he said and started sliding his ass up and down my cock. While supporting my body with my left hand I reached around and grabbed his erection with the right. While my seven-and-a-half-inches was nicely proportional to my body his thick, rigid five felt huge next to his. "That's a nice big cock you've got there," I whispered as I stroked. "Not as big as what I feel underneath me." "Proportionately you probably have the biggest cock in the bunk, and it's nice and thick too." "And it fits inside your hand almost as nicely as your cock fills my crack." We fell silent as we manipulated each others tools until we were panting and groaning. God I wished I was fully inside him. As I felt my sperm churning up my cock I felt his churning beneath my hand. "Oh, shit," I cried as I coated his ass. "Oh, shit, oh fucking shit." "Yes, yes, yes," Ally cried as I felt his cock explode and his cum fall back onto my hand. When we were both finished Ally lifted my hand to his mouth and then to mine. I licked his cum and it had a sweet taste. "I'd like to drink this sometime," I said. Ally flexed his ass muscles around my crack extracting one last shot. "Cool, definitely cool." Initiation came two nights later. After dinner we headed back to the bunk but the three of us were told to wait on the porch and strip there. That was no problem in the warm breeze. We sat there talking, wondering what the noise from inside met for our immediate future. When we were finally admitted all the beds had been shoved along the walls. In the center of the room was a Twister game board. For those of you who aren't familiar with it the board is a large piece of plastic vinyl with different color circles on it. There's a small board with the different colors on it in a circle and a needle you spin. Now there are two of each color, one's marked hand and the other foot. When it's your turn the spinner spins the needle and you have to place the appropriate limb on the appropriate color circle. The one who loses his balance first, loses. Pedro, Chris and I looked at each other and then at Ally who held the wheel. "Tonight's your initiation into the high order of Camp Au Naturel Campers, a high and esteemed position that will make you the envy of all your gay friends. As you can see we've laid out a Twister board. The five of us will spin in turn and the three of you will take your turns. Chris will be first, then Pedro and finally Rod. The loser of a game will have to suck the spinners cock for one minute. If the spinner cums you have to pull off and let it land on your chest where it will remain until morning. "The first to lose ten games will have to suck the other eight of us, including John, until we shoot. Again, making them cum on your chest where it will remain until after breakfast. I will spin first." His finger shot out and the needle turned landing on yellow-foot. Chris breathed a sigh of relief and moved into position. Chris lost the first game and had to suck on Jake's cock. Pedro lost the second and had to do Bob's. I lost the third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh and was wearing five different loads already. Somehow they were fixing the game, but I knew better than to complain. I had turned the table on them once, this time I would be a big wus if I called them on it. Chris and Pedro then lost their second games but I proceeded to run the table again but hit my tenth loss in game fourteen without any more cum on my chest. Once again I went to my knees and prepared to suck eight more cocks and wear eight more loads. Chris stepped in front of me but before I could begin my arms were pulled behind me and I felt a rope around my wrists. The other end was tied around my ankles. Another rope was put around my neck, tightened and handed to Chris by Brett. "That's a slip knot around his neck, he does anything you don't like you pull it tight. Hell, if you feel like it you can pull it tight. You also use it to move his cocksucking mouth into whatever position you want. One final thing, if you shoot your load down his throat instead of on his chest, you take his place for a full round of eight. Y'all understand that?" Brett asked. Chris smiled, and yanked the rope. I gagged and almost lost my balance. He smiled again and moved my mouth into position. Since the three of us were the only ones who hadn't shot so far it didn't take all that long for me to be wearing his seed. Chris was followed by Pedro, Ally, Bob, Ray, Jake, and Brett. Brett really enjoyed playing with the rope around my neck. There were a couple of times I felt like taking a bite out of his cock, but that wasn't in the rules either. By that time I was wearing twelve loads on my chest, but surprisingly, I loved the feel and smell of the mingled boy juices. This was something I could do again. But then Brett handed John the rope and I gasped at seeing his hard eight inches pointing at my face. Hard as a rock and totally dry. He pulled my mouth to his cock. "Lick it boy," he said. My tongue darted out and started licking every surface I could reach. Being the oldest cock I had ever tasted it had a different sensation than that of my bunkmates and friends from home. "Suck my balls boy," John said. I took a look at the two large globes and took them one at a time into my mouth and gave them a tongue bath. Finally he pulled my head back, "suck my cock boy." And yanked my face forward until it was a fraction of an inch from his cock. Man that cockhead looked huge right then. I opened my mouth and he guided me forward. Before I knew it my nose was in his bush. Somehow I had taken him all in quickly and without any problems. "Holy shit," somebody said. "I can't do it that quickly," somebody else said, I thought Ally. "Start sucking boy," John said. And I did. Despite my mouth and a good part of my throat feeling stretched to the limit I wanted to make this one last. I started with long slow bobs of my head, occasionally licking his slit when I came off that far. After several minutes of that I switched to slightly faster, shorter strokes and felt my counselors cock begin to really come to life. I stopped and just bathed his tongue while he caught his breath. A light pull of the rope around my neck brought me back into action and I immediately went to fast, short movements. Two minutes later he pulled out of me and shot a gallon of cum on my face and another on my chest. I felt the rope drop onto my chest and heard John move away. I couldn't see too well with all the cum on my eyes. Then I heard the distinctive whir of a Polaroid camera, not once but twice and knew that somebody had the goods on me. The ropes were untied and they led me to my bed and lay me on my back. "I need to wash my face," I said. "You know the rules," Ally said and I felt ropes around all four limbs as I was being tied down on my bed. For the first time, but not the last that Summer, I fell asleep bound and cum covered.