Date: Tue, 2 Jun 2009 21:49:52 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: The Camp Sissy - TG/Teen Disclaimer: This is fiction. Don't try this yourself. If you shouldn't be reading stories about sex with young boys then please leave now. Again, this is just fiction. Comments welcome ________________________________________________ My name is Ryan and I'd like to tell you about something that happened last summer at a camp I was working at. First, a little about myself. I'm 19 years old, 5'8" and 140 lbs with blond hair and blue eyes. My dick is 7" long and cut. I was on my high school swim team so I'm in pretty good shape and keep my body hairless (I even shave my pubes). Oh...and I'm a sissy faggot cocksucker too. Hahaha. To all outward appearances, I'm just a normal everyday regular guy. But I have a few select boyfriends who know my true nature. I love to wear panties and skirts and make up and have my ass fucked by some hunky stud. I love the feel of a dick in my mouth and I love the taste of a fresh hot load of sticky salty creamy cum in my mouth. I'd been dressing up in girl's clothes since I was 12 years old and sucking cock since I was 13. My story of how I began my life as a flaming fag is really a story for another day. This story, as I said, is about something that happened last summer. I've been working the last few summers as a counselor at a camp. Mostly I worked in the boy's camp but I also taught swimming over in the girl's camp across the lake. Last summer seemed like it was going to be no different that the two summers before. I was sort of dreading being away from my boyfriends for the two months I'd be working. No sex for two months. No hard cocks in my mouth. No salty sweet hot creamy loads of man juice in my belly. I was depressed. The only thing relieving my depression was the fact that I'd make some decent money, have a little fun hiking and swimming in the lake and...of course...seeing all those beautiful young boys' bodies in their little speedos and in various states of undress. I'd never tried anything with any of the boys, nor did I intend to, but all those hot tight little teen bodies provided lots of jerk off fodder for the two months I had to remain essentially celibate. As expected, the fresh crop of boys coming off the bus were, for the most part, adorable. All different colors of hair, black, brown, blond and redheads. Every conceivable eye and skin color. Most were deliciously fit and trim. A few were a bit flabby (but we'd fix that over the next 8 weeks) and all were excited to be away from home for two whole months! Well...almost all. I could see one boy looking around in an obvious state of anxiety. His name (I learned later) was Jack. Like myself, he was blond and blue eyed. Jack was thin but appeared to have some muscle tone hidden beneath his baggy shirt. His hair was rather long, almost shoulder length, and a bit wavy in the humidity. He had a small, almost feminine nose with a light spray of freckles across the bridge and full pouty lips. He was, in a a word, pretty. I know that's a strange word to use for a boy, but it was the first thing that popped in my head when I saw him standing off to the side, away from everyone else. He was a "pretty boy." I could tell he was nervous so I walked over and introduced myself. He smiled briefly - a dazzlingly white smile - and told me his name. We chatted for a bit. He told me where he was from and what his interests were (swimming! Yea!). We talked about books and movies and school and I could see him relaxing some as we talked. Then came the question I had been dying to ask since I first laid eyes on him. "So...got any girlfriends?" i said with a wink and a nudge. Jack shyly looked at his feet and I could see him blushing. "Nah....girls are...I mean I don't li...I mean...um...I don't have a girlfriend." I grinned inwardly. Just as I suspected, I thought to myself. He's either queer as a three dollar bill or his hormones just haven't kicked in yet. I figured I'd press my luck and see if I could figure out which was the case. "Oh well, plenty of time for girls when you get older, right? Unless you like boys instead?" I said in a joking manner. Jack blushed and even deeper red and quickly looked up at me and then back down at his sneakers. "Um..ha ha ...n-no...I d-don't like boys," he stammered. But I could tell from his response that he was lying. In my experience, the pharse "methinks he doth protest too much" is perfectly appropos of closeted queers. Straight men who have no question about their sexuality do not get embaressed or angry when teased about being gay or bi. The more homophobic a guy appears, the more he's trying to deny his desire to have a nice big hard cock pumping in and out of his mouth. I let Jack's denial lie and offered to show him to his cabin. As we walked, Jack asked me about myself. I told him that I was in college and worked summers as a counselor here since I'd been 17. I told him that I was studying landscape architechture, liked reading science fiction and swimming and baseball. I could sense his next question coming and I waited for it. Sure enough, he asked, "So...um...do you have a girlfriend?" I debated inwardly with myself how I should answer. On the one hand, I felt a connetion with the shy, pretty 13 year old and wanted to be honest with him. On the other hand, I didn't want to get fired. And talking about sexuality with the campers was a very quick way to get a bus ticket home. As the minutes dragged on, my silence made my decision for me as Jack repeated my question from earlier, "You don't like BOYS do you?" We stopped and looked at each other. I was trying to see if he was cluelessly joking around or if he was serious. He, however, realized that he'd actually hit the nail on the head. "Oh my god!" he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...." "It's ok Jack," I said softly. "Can I trust you to keep a secret?" He nodded vigorously. "I hope so," I said. "Because if it gets out, I can be fired. But to answer your question. 'Yes', I like boys. Men actually. I'm gay." I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I'd never told any of my campers before that I was gay. As I said, it was a quick way to get fired, and the way boys gossiped was worse than girls. If I'd ever told any of them, it would have gotten arond camp faster than a case of chicken pox. "I won't say anything to anyone," Jack said. "I swear...cause...um...I..." I waited as he summoned the courage to say it out loud. I knew he'd never told anyone. I'd been there bfore. I could him struggling with the effort. he'd probably never even said it outloud to himself. "I...I'm..." "It's ok Jack," I reassured him. "You can say it to me. I won't get mad or say anything to anyone." "I'm...gay," he whispered so quietly that I barely heard him. I took him in my arms and hugged him. I was so proud of this young boy whom I'd only just met. Yet I felt so close to him that I felt tear welling up in my eyes. He hugged me back tightly. I broke the embrace and looked around to make sure no one had seen us. Jack wiped away a tear and smiled up at me. "Feel better?" I asked. He nodded. "Then let's get you settled in your cabin," I said, putting my arm around his shoudlers and continuing downt he path to the cabins. Once we found which cabin was his I told him I'd help him unpack but as I reached for his bag he quickly stopped me and said, "No! I'll do it." "Jack," I asked slowly, anticipating what his reaction meant, "are you hiding something in your bag?" "N-no!" he said rather too quickly. I tunred and made as if to go but when I saw out of the corner of my eye him step away from his bag I quickly lunged for it and pulled the zipper open before he could snatch it away from me. "Let's see what you're hiding in here shall we," I said. "N-no! Please don't!" he begged. I dumped his clothes out on the bed and there, on top of the pile (at what would have been the bottom of the bag) sat a pair of red nylon and lace bikini panties. I held them up and smiled at Jack. He blused deeply again and stared at his sneakers hugely embaressed. "Oh my!" I teased, "However did a pair of girl's panties get in your bag Jackie?" He looked up at me. Tears welling in his eyes. "Do you like to wear girl's panties?" I asked. He nodded, looking at the floor. "So you're not just gay then are you? You're a little panty wearing sissy girly boy." He looked up at me then, angry, and yanked the panties out of my hands. But before he could say anything I reached into the waistband of my shorts and tugged up the pink lacy waistband of the panties I was wearing so he could see. the anger in his face turned to shock. I leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear, "So am I." "Y-you like to wear girl's underwear too?" he asked astonished. "Call them 'panties' Jackie. They're not 'girl's underwear' they're 'panties'. And yes, I love to wear them whenever I can. And not just panties. I like all sorts of girly frilly clothes. Skirts and dresses and stockings and slips and garter belts and even bras. I don't get to wear them much here because it's usually too much of a risk that someone will see the waistband peeking over the top of my shorts. and you need to be very careful with those. If one of your cabin mates finds them, you'll have a hard time of it here." I thought for a moment. "You know, one of the perks of being a counselor here for three years running is that I get my own room. If you'd like, I can hold onto these and you can sneak over to my cabin some nights and we can dress each other up." Jack grinned widely at the idea. "Oh could I?!" I nodded. "I'd love that!" he said. Then we heard some other counselors and boys at the door and I quickly took the panties from Jack and stuffed them in my pocket just as the door opened. Three other boys entered along with two of the other counselors. Introductions were made all around. Beds were assigned and schedules handed out. At one point I managed to whisper to Jack how he could find my cabin and what time he should come. Us counselors left then to let the boys get adjusted and to escort other kids to their cabins. The rest of the day went according to schedule. Orientation. Lunch. Tour of the camp. Making sure they knew the out-of-bounds areas (the girl's side of the lake, counselors' cabins, administrative offices). Dinner. Camp fire. Marshmallow roast. Songs. Bedtime. Lights out. I'd told Jackie to come to my cabin after 11 pm. I knew then that all the counselors would have completed their bedchecks and gone to their own cabins by then. I made sure to leave my curtains open so he'd be able to peek in and make sure he had the right cabin. Around 11:30 I heard a soft knock at the door. I put down the book I'd been reading and quickly shut the lights and opened the door. There was Jackie. Grinning nervously and visibly shaking. He looked adorable even in his camp shorts and tshirt. I put my arm around his shoulders and escorted him into my cabin. i asked him if anyone had seen him sneaking out and he said "no". the other boys were fast asleep and he hadn't seen any other counselors. I showed him into the one room cabin and closed the drapes tightly. I went to my dresser and took a few things out that I'd managed to bring with me. My favorite red plaid tartan miniskirt and a white ruffled-sleeve blouse with a lacy collar, pink cotton bikini panties with an elastic lace waistband. Matcing pink garter belt and bra and nude seamed stockings. I also had the red bikini panties I'd held for Jackie and took out a yellow flower print halter sundress with a white lace bra and white stay up stockings. "Hear," I said offering him the red panties, sundress, white bra and stay-ups. Put these on and I'll be right back. I took the rest of the clothes into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out looking like the sexy schoolgirl I'd pictured when I'd packed these clothes. Jackie stood there in the sundress. giggling like a little school girl and alternately hiding his face in his hands and crossing them over his chest. "Here," I said, and handed him a pair of falsies I had in my dresser. I showed him how to put them in the bra so he had the appearance of a young teen girl. He was so pretty he could have passed for a girl without any make-up whatsoever. Nevertheless, I sat him down in front of my dresser and put a little lipstick on him and then on myself. I brushed his hair forward to give him some bangs and brushed my own hair as well. We looked at each other in the mirror and giggled and primped for each other. "Stand up," I asked him. "Turn around." His dress flared out a bit as he twirled around. "Oh Jackie darling," I said breathlessly, "you do look lovely. You're such a pretty little girl." Jack giggled again and hid his face in his hands for a moment before beaming at me. I sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. Jackie came over and smoothed his dress as he sat next to me and I knew that this wasn't his first time in a dress. I could tell he'd been practicing for some time. I caressed his cheek with the back of my hand. Twirling my fingers in his lovely locks. "This isn't your first time dressing up is it?" I whispered. Jackie shook his head no and shyly looked down in his lap. "But this IS the first time you dressed in front of someone else isn't it?" He nodded. "Have you ever kissed a boy Jackie darling?" He looked up into my eyes and shook his head again. "Would you like to?" He nodded, smiling broadly. "Then kiss me sweety," I said softly, "Kiss me like you'd kiss your boyfriend." He leaned in hesitantly. I slipped my hand behind his head and gently pulled him towards me. I felt his full pouty lips touch mine. Like a butterfly landing on my mouth. His mouth was delicious. I pressed mine harder against his. His mouth opened. My tongue slid inside and our lips mashed together urgently, hungrily. I nibbled his lower lip and ...ohhhhhh...it tasted so good. I wanted to bite it. I wanted to devour his lips. They were big and full and lush and luscious. I could taste the lipstick on them and I licked them and nibbled some more. My tongue dove deep into his hot waiting mouth and tickled and played around with his own little pink snake. Iheld his face in my hands as we kissed and time seemed to stand still. I wanted to kiss this pretty young boy forever. I was in lust for him. I was in love. This beautiful young fem boy who'd only just coem out of the closet to me a few hours earlier and yet here I was wanting to be lost in his lips forever. Finally after an eternity of bliss I leaned back and we looked into each other's eyes. Jackie was breathing heavily. His eyes were glazed over as tho he were drugged. And, in a sense, he was. He was drunk with lust. I smiled. "That was fantastic wasn't it?" I asked him. He nodded, speechless. I let my hand trail down his face across his breasts and squeezed his "tits" through the bra. He moaned. My hand caressed its way down his side and found its way into his lap. I felt his hard little boycock pushing up the front of his dress. Tenting out his panties. I caressed the shaft through the dress and panties and he moaned even louder and lifted his hips to press himself against my hand. I took his hand in mine and slid it up under my skirt so he could feel my bulging 7 inch cock straining at my own panties. His fingers grasped my rod through my panties and he grinned. "Do you like that babydoll?" I asked. "Do you like my sissy cock in your hand?" He nodded. "Are you sure you're a sissy little queer boy?" Again he nodded without speaking. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a nice juicy pussy under this skirt? Are you certain you want to be my little faggot lover?" "Yesssss" he croaked. "Then say it lover. Say what you want my pretty little sissy." "I...I want it...I...want your cock." "Where do you want it my little girly boy?" He hesitated for a moment and I saw him blush again, even in the darkened room. "I...I want to...suck it." I smiled widely and kissed him again. Ohhhh those lips. I could get lost in them for days. I pulled up my skirt and took his hand and pressed it hard into my stiff prick. "Go ahead babydoll," I whispered. "Pull my panties down and do it. Take my cock in your pretty little mouth and suck me darling." He pulled the waistband of my panties down below my balls and my prick sprung up like a spring. He slowly lowered his head into my lap and I gasped when I felt his cool hand grasp my rod. And then I gasped again as I felt the warmth of his lips touching my cockhead. I knew he'd enver done this before. That he was nervous and excited at the same time so I guided the little sissy. "Open your mouth baby and take just hte head in at first. Mmmmm..yes...just like that. Now swirl your tongue around the smooth head and under the ridge. Ohhh god yes. Good girl. Now lick it like an ice cream cone. Oh fuck that feels good. Suck it like a lillipop. More. More. Take it deeper into your mouth. Oh god...oh yes....oh fuck that's good. Good girl. Yes. you're getting the hang of it. My pretty little sissy. You're a cocksucker now babydoll. Now up and down. Bob your head on it. Suck it in when you go down and lick and move your tongue...oh yessssssss just like that." Jackie was quickly getting into it. He was moaning as loudly as I was. He was loving it. His fist cock and he knew what he was. I began thrusting my hips up in time with his sucking. I began fucking his delicious mouth. I reached down and pulled up the back of his dress and rubbed his ass through his panties. He took his free hand and gently but firmly squeezed my balls and rubbed them with the palm of his hand. I put my other hand on the back of his head, periodically brushing his long hair from his face so I could watch as my cock slid in and out of those full dick sucking lips. Ohhhh god those lips. they were absolutely made for cocksucking. They massaged my shaft as i fucked his face while my other hand slipped into his panties and slid between his asscheeks to find his little rosebud asshole. I fingered his hole and he moaned and began pushing back on my finger while rubbing his pantied cock against my thigh. "Oh god Jackie. You're so good. Such a good little faggot cocksucker. I'm gonna cum babydoll. Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want me to fill your belly with my man juice?" "Mmm Hmmm" he said with his mouth full of my cock, which I took to mean "yes". I thrust faster and fucked his sweet pretty sissy face harder. I had only about half of my cock in hismouth and I didn't want to force it too much just yet. I'd teach him to deep throat a man cock soon enough. "Here it comes babydoll," I said ugently. I could feel my cum boiling up from my balls into my shaft and spurt from my piss slit into Jackie's warm waiting hungry mouth. "Yess I'm cuming Jackie!" I shouted. "sSuck it. Suck my cum from my balls you little cocksucking faggot....ohhhhhhhhh." Another short of salty man juice burst forth into his mouth and I saw him trying to swallow it. He moaned, "mmmmmmmm" as he swallowed and swallowed. Drops of white cream leaked from the corners of his mouth and down his chin as my orgasm subsided. I pulled him up and licked my cum from his face and then pushed up the front of his dress and went down on him. I took his little 5 inch boy cock into my mouth and swallowed him to his balls. I'd had much bigger cocks in my slutty mouth before but his was delicious. I'd never had a boycock as young as Jackie's and he tasted of warm summer days and clean soap and swimming pools. I bobbed my head up and down and broke for a moment only to lick and suck his tight hairless ballsack. He moaned and closed his eyes in ecstacy. I knew he'd never had a hot willing mouth on his young prick before and I was determined to make his first blowjob one he'd never forget. I nibbled his ball sack, taking care not to bite his nuts, and licked my way up the shaft and tickled the piss slit with the tip of my tongue. then taking just the head in my mouth I swirled my tongue around the smooth mushroom cap and then swallowed him deep till my nose rested again his pubis. I began a rythum of sucking up and down rubbing his balls with one hand while my other fingered his asshole. He was bucking his hips up and down as I sucked him gripping his rod with my tongue and slurping as i lifted my mouth till jsut the head was inside only to plunge back down to massage it with my throat muscles. Up and down and up and down. All too soon he moaned, "Oh fuck I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmmm" and then he was. He arched his hips up and I tasted a little squirt of thin salty juice on my tongue. I swallowed it down and felt its heat in my throat and in my belly. I held him in my mouth as his cockett spasmed and twitched. He settled down and I felt his pricklett soften in my mouth...the saddest part of sucking a cock. Finally I lifted my head from his lap and before I could say or do anything he leaned in and kissed me so hard I thought my mouth would be bruised. We kissed and snuggled together for a few minutes before finally I had to tell him that he needed to get back to his cabin before someone did a bedcheck. I made sure the lipstick was completely gone from his mouth and watched him undress. As he stood before me in just his panties I couldn't help myself. His smooth hairless body and flat tummy looked so delicious that I jumped up and kissed his belly and yanked his panties down and took him once more into my mouth. As he stood there in front of me I sucked him off again. From my position on my knees I showed him how the thrust his hips and face fuck me from a standing position. I moved his hips back and forth and against fingered his asshole. He reached back behind himself and spread his asscheeks apart for me and I managed to wiggle my index finger inside him. He groaned and came as soon as I got my finger past the second knuckle. This time only a few drops of boycum dribbled out of his pricklett and I held it on my tongue and kissed him so he could taste it. I dressed in my camp shorts and tshirt as he did and I walked him back to his cabin to make sure he got there without incident. I checked the other boys and they were all sound asleep. Before I left I told Jackie that we couldn't do this every night and that once I figured the schedule to make sure we wouldn't get caught we'd do it again....and more. This was going to be a fun summer after all.