Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2021 08:16:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Rackham <calicojack856@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Camp Submissive Awakening part I

This story is a based on an experience I had my first year of sleep-away
summer camp with a slightly older camper that, while upsetting at first,
quickly turned into attraction and a desire to give myself to him that I
now realize was the awakening of my desire to be sexually submissive to
other men. The true events end after the first time I hid in the
abandoned shower house, so this fantasy was never fulfilled in real life,
but I'll never forget him and how he kindled the desire in me to please
other men that has led to many exciting, erotic adventures since.

Trigger warnings: this story includes mild elements of teasing and bullying
and mild to moderate elements of sexual harassment in the very beginning,
but the fictional encounters in the rest of the story are strictly meant to
be read as completely consensual.

It was my first year of overnight summer camp, and I couldn't be more
excited. Even though I've been on the chubby, stocky side most of my
life, I've always been very outdoorsy and active, loving camping, hiking,
fishing, and generally just screwing around in the woods with my friends
when we had nothing better to do. I had done several years of day camp
before, which included a very awkward first encounter with another boy at
age nine with Gerry, a kid I thought was kinda cute in my group, in the
shower building at the swimming pool, which was my earliest indication
that I liked other boys as much as I liked girls. Nevertheless, this
promised to be a week of adventure and new experiences, but I had no idea
the profound impact it would have on the rest of my life. It didn't even
bother me that none of my neighborhood buddies who'd come up from Cub
scouts with me were able to make it that year; I'd made plenty of new
friends in the troop and I was looking forward to the adventure of it
all. I was 12 and a half, a slightly chunky kid with a mop of dirty
blonde hair, eyeglasses of the style the effortlessly cool Fox Mulder
wore to examine evidence on the X-Files (although I was nowhere near as
cool but didn't care), incredibly annoying braces with blue rubber bands,
and unbridled enthusiasm.

My first few badge classes on Monday morning were the basic intro to each
topic, going over what we'd be learning, what supplies if any we needed
to get, etc. After lunch, I had a free period I planned to use to explore
the camp a bit - I'd been up here for a couple of father/son Cub scout
weekends with my dad but I really wanted to get to know the place - then
another mid-afternoon badge class, the Safety badge, and then another
free period before dinner, since I didn't want to overload myself my
first year. Safety was given way uphill from where our campsite was, at
the Rifle Range, so after lunch I did a little exploring near the lake,
noted some promising-looking fishing spots, and began heading up the
mountain. About halfway between the camp proper, with the trading post,
first aid lodge, and camp offices, and my campsite, I paused for a moment
to study the abandoned and partly overgrown remains of what was clearly
an old shower building in a disused campsite, taking note that it might
be a cool place to explore later, and continued uphill to my destiny.
When I arrived at the range, I signed in for the badge class and, seeing
nobody I knew, sat down at a table with a vacant seat that had some guys
I recognized from competition camp outs as being from the other troop in
my hometown. We exchanged awkward pleasantries and I started taking notes
until I took more notice of one of the boys at my table. Him. I found out
from role call that his name was Matt, and I later determined that
although he was only a year ahead of me in school, he was 14 and almost a
year older, just a peculiarity of the grade cutoff dates. I was only 5'4"
at the time while he was 5'10", stocky and a little pudgy like me but
with pale white skin, short, spiky black hair, ice blue eyes, and a
generous helping of freckles on his face and spilling down his long,
white arms.

Freckles have been a personal weakness of mine for as long as I can
remember, guys, girls, and everything in between, doesn't matter. They've
just always done it for me, and something deep down in me started to
tingle. He had a good looking face, not super ruggedly handsome like a
movie star but I've also never been the biggest face guy when it comes to
other men. I know know that it was the his pale skin, those tantalizing
freckles, and the fact that he was so much bigger than me - something
that I think was also awakened that day in terms of what I like in my men
- but I know I blushed furiously when I looked at him and maybe that's
what he picked up. The next thing I knew, he winked at me and made a
little kissing motion. I know I burned redder with embarrassment. I'm
almost as fair skinned, so there was no hiding it. He smiled, a cunning,
knowing grin, and blew me a kiss. His friends sniggered, and I blushed
again. He had to be messing with me. I looked away for a while, but a few
minutes later, I heard a pecking sound on the tabletop and glanced over
and saw that Matt, seated as he was facing away from the counselor, his
large frame concealing it, was picking up his pocketknife, blade out, and
casually dropping it point first into the table. This blew my mind. Here
we were in the Safety badge class, for crying out loud, and he was doing
something so against the rules and dangerous? I was very much a square
back then and just couldn't comprehend.

And then the point dropped slowly closer... And closer... And closer...
And closer to my exposed arm, and I was completely entranced by it.
Matt's buddies we all chuckling watching this but I was frozen on the
knife, and then on those perfect blue eyes. He had me hypnotized. Again
and again the blade came down a mere whisper from my arm but never making
contact. I was terrified, but enchanted. Then he winked and made a kiss
at me again and I pulled my arm away in alarm. His friends snickered
again and he put the knife away and then got up to go use the latrine.

I lost myself in concentration on the class for the next few minutes
until I became aware that Matt's friends kept glancing behind me and
trying to hold back laughter. I turned quickly, and was confronted by his
tall, full frame about a foot behind me, his hand buried in his
sweatpants, again giving me a wink and blowing a kiss. To this day I
think it was the size of the class and the fact that we were the furthest
table back that is the only reason the counselor had no idea what was
going on. I snapped back forward, unable to process what was happening. A
few seconds later, his handsome face was over my shoulder, purring in my
ear, "I just jizzed on your jacket." My mind was well and truly blown at
this point, having had very limited fantasies about other guys and none
of them where I was so thoroughly without control, and I just couldn't
handle it. I stood up and announced to the counselor that I had to use
the latrine, grabbed my things in a swift motion, and beat tracks down to
our campsite.

By the time I got to my lean-to, I was distraught, not knowing how to
feel. I turned my hoodie around, and the was a damp stain on the back. To
this day I don't know if he actually came on it or just spit or splashed
some water, but I took my canteen and doused it, then scrubbed it with a
rag and hung it up to dry. Were it today, I'd have tasted it to see, but
that's what happens when you look at it 25 years later. I peeled out of
camp and headed for the only place I could think of that might be absent
people - the abandoned shower building hidden a bit in the woods - and
found my way inside, hoping not to encounter any rattlesnakes or big
spiders.

As it happened, there were neither, but once in there, I confronted a
knew enemy I hadn't even expected - myself. The more I tried not to think
about it, the more I couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. About
how I wished it had been. I imagined nobody at the rifle range but him
and me, his handsome, freckled face and easy smile looking down at me as
his hand danced rhythmically inside his pants. Me smiling back up at him
as his pants dropped and... And I didn't know what, that point. Seeing
his dick? I didn't know, but without even thinking, my cock was out and
harder than ever before, thinking about this handsome boy whose penis I
really wanted to see, but who had seemed so mean. Why was I so hard
thinking about him? He was so bad... He did what he wanted... He took
what he wanted... And I wanted, without yet really knowing it, for him to
take me. My incredibly hard cock erupted and shot a twelve year old's
idea of a big load across the empty, decaying shower house. I felt
elated, embarrassed, satisfied, mystified, angry, but mostly... Hungering
to see him again.

I wiped the excess cum from my pulsing dick with my fingers and eagerly
licked it up, enjoying the salty, chlorine taste of my own sperm and
wondering what Matt's tasted like. Embarrassed but relieved, I snuck out
and headed back to camp to get ready for evening parade and dinner, too
distracted to be aware that I was being watched. That evening and night I
couldn't stop thinking about how transfixed I was by this beautiful,
freckled bad boy and I must've snuck off to the latrine to masturbate at
least a half dozen times.

The next day I didn't have to be at the rifle range for Safety, since the
second day was about getting supplies and taking to key camp staffers
about certain regulations, etc. I carefully took care of these
discussions between my morning classes so I'd have a free afternoon to
think about things, though I'd already dawdled behind the other guys in
the shower to stroke my soaped up cock thinking about Matt and how my
anger was lessening and my desire increasing. I managed two wank breaks
during morning classes at a remote latrine near the edge of the parade
field but I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to see him.
I'd caught glimpses, at a distance, of course, because we didn't share
any morning classes, but he was never alone, so I could never catch him
away from his friends. After lunch I was getting really frustrated, and
decided to head to the abandoned shower just to be alone. It was very
warm but dry, so I wasn't in layers, just a t-shirt, shorts, boxers (a
very thing for me that I was trying out at camp) and by going socks and
boots. I was lost in a reverie, alternately pining for Matt and trying to
process my mixed emotions, it being a confusing time for a young
pansexual guy when the term hadn't even been invented yet.

I was disturbed by a rustling outside and the sound of a lone pair of
boots hitting the concrete floor,x and looked up to see... Him. There was
Matt, in his handsome-y, teasingly freckled, flawed yet perfect
imperfection. He held his hands up and gave me a surprising goofy grin,
and said, "Hey, cool place you found here... Look, can we talk?" I was
surprised at the change in him. Here he was concerned and unguarded, the
confidence and assuredness from the day before still there but on the
back burner. He seemed genuinely concerned, which I would come to know
was more hours true character.
"Look," he began, "I just wanted you to know... I was just messing with
you yesterday. I would never have hurt you with the knife, and the other
stuff... I know you're from the other troop from town, and I was trying
to see if you were cool. It was... It was stupid. I didn't mean to bother
you." I was so completely disarmed. I could tell from his demeanor that
the was being honest - there was no hint of yesterday's prankish
attitude. He was being genuine; he realized he'd been a jerk and was
trying to fix it.
"So, umm, look I'm sorry. I know I goof off a lot. And my buddies don't
help. But I wasn't trying to really mess with you. I felt like a jerk
later, and then I saw you sneak in here but I didn't want to come in
yesterday cos I thought you needed some time. But I wanted to apologise."
I have no idea what on Earth possessed me to say it but I just blurted it
out.
"I was jerking off".
"What?"
"I was jerking off in here. I don't even know why. I just... I saw you
behind me at the range, jerking off in your pants, and nobody ever jerked
off to me before. So I came in here and I jerked off to you."
He looked shocked. "I... Umm... I mean I guess you're cute, and I yeah I
was jerking it in my pants but..."
"I don't wanna know. I don't want to know if you really jizzed on my
jacket. What I want to know is why I can't stop thinking about you
jizzing and I don't know what to do."
It sounded so corny then and even worse now, but what do you say when
your adolescent crush is right here and you're such an emotional mix
you're ready to say anything? You say anything.
"I... Umm... I don't know. I've never done anything like this before.
Like, I've never... I never pulled it out and jerked it with another dude
before."
I though of Gerry back in Cub scout camp. The first other boy I ever
masturbated thinking about not even knowing that what I was doing was
masturbating - I embarrassingly thought of it as Pumping It Up from
listening to Pump Up The Jam late at night on my radio - just that
thinking about his body and his little hard thing got me excited and when
I thought about his naked body and his thing and how hard it was that one
time we briefly and very awkwardly grabbed each other's things and then
played with my own thing after a while something happened that felt
REALLY great.
I looked at Matt; he looked so off guard and so vulnerable, but I was
already being overwhelmed by a desire to please him.
"So let's do it together. I'll jerk mine if you jerk yours." I don't know
why I even felt so confident telling him after that that nobody was going
to find us and that that was our special place. It really wasn't that far
from the main camp trail, just the sort of place that don't attract
notice. And yet that proved to be true the whole week.
He came closer and took off his shirt. His pale pink nipples were
entrancing and his porcelain white chest was showing the first hints of
black hair sprouting. He got to about three feet away with his hand in
his pants, feverishly pumping. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto a
rusting fixture, pale, jiggly little chubby boy tits jiggling at not even
an A cup. I undid my belt and dropped my shorts and boxers in one move,
throbbing young cock trying to be its most impressive despite not being
full grown. I stepped out of my shorts and boxers and closed the distance
until I was right in from of him, and we locked eyes. I could see the
kindness and conflict in his, trying to be tough for whatever adolescent
reason but also a kind soul. We both knew it in the very moment that he
was destined to be the master and I the servant.
"Umm, have you ever, umm, done, uhh, you know... You ever given it to
another guy? Like... Like girls do, y'know...?
"No, I mean, umm, I had dreams where I did it for friends, but I never
really... I didn't think I'd get to...
We were both dancing painfully around the obvious outcome. I wanted to
worse even than right after waking up from a dream about doing it for one
of my best friends (which were frequent dreams back then) and he wanted
me to do it.
"Listen, Jack, I never... Nobody actually did this for me yet... So you
umm... We don't have to do anything except jerk it... Like, I'm not gonna
make you, I wouldn't..."
"No, no, it's ok, Matt... I've been jerking it like a million times since
yesterday thinking about it. I want to know what it's like. I want to
make YOU feel good."
"Umm... Ok. Ok. You do it, then."
It was at this moment that his confidence started to shine through the
awkwardness. He began to to be more decisive and commanding, although he
was still considerate and not pushy. Still, even this amount of
authoritative behavior got be going.
*Ok, so, yeah, I want you to do that to me. Come here and do it. Do it
and make me feel good."
I had to challenge him at least a little because I had to hear it.
"Do what? What do you want me to do?"
"Do it with your mouth, Jack. Kneel down and put my dick in your mouth
and make it feel good like a girl would. Do it now."
I couldn't take it anymore. I got down on my knees in front of him, and
he pulled down his sweatpants. His half hard teenage dick flopped out,
rubbery in its turgidness, porcelain white like his skin with a pale,
pinky-white head. It was probably five inches but seemed much bigger. It
smelled clean and fresh yet slightly musty. I couldn't resist, and took
its rubbery, jiggly length in my hand.
"Put it in your mouth", he said softly, and I could do nothing to resist.
It was a strange texture, firm but yielding, soft, rubbery, and bouncy
but also hard and stiff and rigid. And it only firmed up more. Without
even realizing what I was doing, I began to slowly work its fully rigid
six inches. Matt, instinctively, put a hand on the back of my head. I
slowly sucked his stiff cock, learning from his pleasurable responses
where best to use my tongue and lips, how hard to suck and where... I
lost myself in it, and then before I even knew it his whole body seemed
to be shuddering. All I could do was wrap my arms around his legs and
hold him in my mouth, and perhaps that was the best instinct, because
soon he went from his entire body to just his hips convulsing and his
penis becoming extremely rigid in my mouth before pulsating from his
balls forward, and each throb very much to my surprise shooting warm,
thick, salty, semen inside my mouth. I lost control when I realized what
was happening and my own young dick shot cum all over the place. Matt's
cock once it slipped from my mouth was still fully hard, and I finally
got to see it in all its Glory, pale and beautiful and curving upward
like a crescent moon in the mid-afternoon haze.
After a few minutes, we helped each other up. Right after we pulled up
our pants and put our shirts back on, he kissed me passionately on the
lips.
"Tonight... After reville... Meet me back here..." And then he turned and
stumbled off in ecstacy. I had to wait a good ten minutes before I could
move, but once I did, it was with the vigor of secret purpose... That
night after reville was going to incredible, I just knew it...


Please feel free to let me know what you think; I will continue the
series if there seems to be interest, otherwise I will just start posting
accounts of some of my actual escapades. Thank you