Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 12:56:08 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 32

Camp Clover For Boys
By chipster071053@yahoo.com

LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't
read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be
caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this.

My thanks for your responses and e-mails with stories that I've used
here. I still want to hear from you, because your comments, suggestions,
encouragement, story ideas, fantasies, etc., are always welcome at
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And our story continues.


Chapter 32 - More Stories

	The two boys spent a sleepless night in the small room, strapped to
the beds so they could not touch themselves or each other. Every couple of
hours, someone would come into the room to check on them, and they would
occasionally drift into a shallow sleep, but never for very long.

	When Rodney came back into the room early in the morning, he pulled
back Tim's sheet and stared at the hard-on the young boy was
sporting. Taking it into his hand, Rodney spoke to the boy.

	"That's some nice piece of meat you have there, Tim," he said. "I'm
sure sorry they decided you had to be restrained, but we need to make sure
you're ready for the filming."

	"I understand," said Tim, "I just wish you guys would trust me that
I won't wank myself."

	"I'm in this, too, buddy," said Nathan from the other bed, "and I
would have been all over you by now. Trust me, this is the right thing for
us to be doing."

	"You have no self restraint," said Tim, "but you're right. Now get
your hand off of my cock because I could shoot right now!" he said to
Rodney.

	"Sure," said the tall Asian as he pulled off of Tim and started to
undo the straps.

	"Hey Rodney," said Nathan. "We heard some wild stories last night,
but we haven't heard yours yet."

	"Yea, Rodney," chimed in Tim, "How did you have sex the first
time?"

	"Well, my story isn't as nice as some of those you heard last
night. The first time I got shagged, an old guy raped me," said Rodney.

	"I'm sorry," said Nathan. "What happened?"

	"I was about 11 at the time," started Rodney, "and my dad wanted me
to learn responsibility, so he helped me line up some work that summer
mowing people's yards so I could earn money for myself.

	"One of the neighbors was married with two kids. I didn't like him
much, and his two kids were lazy and didn't want to do the yard work, so he
hired me. He was short, heavy, bald, glasses, hairy back and I knew he
screamed at his wife and kids.

	"I usually cut his grass in the morning, when he normally wasn't
home, but for some reason, I was there one evening, and he came out and
told me to come around back and he'd pay me when I was done. When I went
through the back gate he was in the pool and told me to join him. I was hot
and sweaty and it seemed like a good idea, but I didn't want to get my
shorts wet. He pointed at his suit laying on the deck and said nobody was
home, that he was skinny-dipping and I could, too. I should have left then,
but at eleven you don't always think ahead," said Rodney as he started
taking the straps off of Nathan.

	"It took a couple accidental touches and about ten minutes and we
were Feeling each other up. He had a nice dick, not too thick, a little
longer than Mine was then.

	"He asked if I was thirsty, so we went into his house. I had
wrapped a towel around myself, and he led me downstairs to his rec room. He
told me to sit on the couch while he got us a couple of sodas. I was lying
back on the couch with my legs spread when he sat down beside me and handed
me a can of soda.

	"Next thing I know, he's sucking me and then slid his finger into
my asshole, then two. He suddenly stood up and lay down on top of me. I
felt him poking at my butt and told him I didn't want to and please let me
up. I was crying and begging him not to, but for some reason, I reached
down and guided him in.

	"In about five minutes it was over and he let me up. He said if I
told, everyone would know I got fucked and no one, even my family, would
have anything to do with me. Since I had heard the reaction to faggots and
queers in school I believed him and I didn't tell anyone about it for a
couple of years, until I found out about the Shamrock Club from my Uncle's
family.

	"By the time I'd told anyone, the family had moved, but when my
Uncle told my Dad and some of the other club members about what had
happened, I thought they were going to hunt the bastard down and cut his
dick off. He's damned lucky they couldn't find him or he'd be dickless
today.

	"The club helped me get some counseling and ran me through Camp
Clover to help me get my head on straight. I've learned to enjoy sex and
now I know that it can be a good thing. I got into the movie stuff because
it was fun and I enjoy sharing my body with people who are willing to share
theirs with me. It took a long time for me to get over that son-of-a-bitch
forcing himself on me, but I think I'm over that now."

	"Wow...I'm glad everything worked out," said Tim. "Thanks for tell
us about it."

	"Yea, I know that wasn't easy," said Nathan.

	"A lot easier that it used to be," answered Rodney. "I just told
the other kids in camp that story yesterday. I just hope they can pass it
on and maybe help some little kid avoid that kind of heartbreak."

	Jack stepped into the room in time to hear the last couple of
sentences.

	"What about you, Jack?" asked Nathan.

	"What do you mean, Nathan," asked the boy's future father.

	"What was your first sexual experience? Tell us, please," begged
Nathan.

	The other two boys nodded in agreement. They both wanted a story,
too.

	"Well, to tell you the truth, it was at a camp much like Clover,
back when I was 13. It was actually a Church Camp, but the guys in our
cabin were anything but choirboys. There were eight of us in the bunkhouse
and after the lights went out, we'd fool around. Most of the time, it was
just some solo jacking or maybe a little group jacking, but a couple of
times one of the Deacon's sons, Eric, sucked me off and I returned the
favor while everyone else pretended to be sleeping, but you could see their
little hands going up and down under the covers.

	"Mike, our counselor, was a college kid going to seminary, and he
had his own room attached to the bunkhouse and watched us in action several
times and even me and Eric just after lights out by opening his door just
slightly. After a while we were not embarrassed any more and we started to
be more open about jacking each other off. Several nights we heard him
grunt his pleasure as we worked on each other.

	"Several days later Mike invited me into his room one Saturday
afternoon during free time when most kids were off somewhere else. He was
enviably big for a little kid like me and his advances were not unwelcome.
He wanted to do what he had seen us do at night. It was wonderful. Back
then, I was nowhere as big as I am now, and his hairiness, strength and
smell made to a little wispy kid like me envious, especially his
endowment. He was a redhead and I was absolutely mesmerized by his
brilliant red hair everywhere.

	"That afternoon, he blew me, I blew him and I got fucked for the
first time. I was in heaven by the time the afternoon ended and I think
everyone else knew what had happened because they caught us coming out of
the shower when they all got back. That night, I even let Eric fuck me.

	"I knew that he was sneaking one of the young woman counselors into
his room all summer. Eric and I used to try to watch as well as listen
through the cracks in the walls, but not very successfully. I think he knew
that was going on, because one day when he invited me in, and there was
Amy, one of the young women. She was about twenty, and looked like a
goddess to me, standing there absolutely naked, her breasts looking larger
than anything I'd ever seen in my young life.

	They wanted me to share their fun. They took my clothes off while
they kissed and licked my whole body. After their usual oral arousal, they
went at it, fucking like two wild animals in front of me. Finally Mike said
'OK kid, it's your turn,' I nearly died, but Amy was wonderful. She was
gentle and kept me at a nice slow pace. Taking her and helping Mike with
seconds was my first time.

	"I shot my first load into a woman with Amy while Mike shot a load
into my mouth just as I came," said Jack.

	"Why didn't Mike have Eric join you guys? That could have been
hot!" said Tim.

	"I know this sounds too coincidental, but the reason they didn't
invite Eric was because Amy was Eric's sister and in those days that was
too much.

	"Wow," said Nathan.

	"We had fun several more times, but as usual, camp was over. Eric
and Amy moved at the end of that summer before school started, and we never
saw one another again, except in my fantasies. About a year later, I found
out that my folks belonged to the Club and I've been having fun ever
since!"

	"The first time I had sex with a grown up was with my dad,"
continued Jack. "Tim, you know he's a swimming coach and back when I was in
school, I used to be on his team. Back when I was 15, the team still
practiced at swimming pool at the old high school just before it got torn
down.

	"Back then, it was all boys and sometimes we'd practice naked, and
we were that day. I'd been sporting a hard-on most of the practice and
trying without success to keep it hidden. Dad noticed it, too. After the
practice, Dad kept me in the pool area and said he wanted to talk to me
about my 'equipment.' He unlocked the door to the visitor's locker room and
took me in. He told me to sit down, so I straddled the nearest bench. Dad
turned and pulled the door closed after him, and I heard the lock click. I
straddled the bench with a leg on each side. Dad came over and facing me
sat down placing his knees outside mine. He leaned forward and placed a
hand on each thigh and was looking right into my face. Remember we both
were still starkers. I'd never noticed how really sexy he is until
then. His hazel eyes mesmerized me, and his voice came out warm and softly.

	"'Son,' he said, 'I know you're getting older and your hormones are
starting to control certain parts of your body. You get a hard on and you
get embarrassed. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Happens to kids your
age and to guys my age, too.

	"Dad reached up and put a hand behind my neck and drew my forehead
to his. He was smiling ear to ear. I looked down and noticed his cock was
stirring between those gorgeous heavy thighs of his. We were less than a
foot apart on the bench.

	"'You want to touch and feel it, don't you son?' I was startled. He
took my hand in his and guided it to his extending man meat. I marveled at
the silky texture of it and how it was growing larger as I caressed the
smooth surface. 'Ah, that feels so-o-o-o good. Have you every beat another
guys prick?"

	"I confessed that I had as he reached for my growing cock stalk and
proceeded to move my foreskin back and forth over the swelling glands, and
I quickly came to full erection under his talented fingers.

	"'Whoa, kid, you are really equipped. I haven't felt a better cock
in all my years. I bet you could make a few girls happy. Maybe even a guy
or two.'  I blushed embarrassed at his remark and with the manipulating of
my cock. I had to admit it felt real good.

	"'Well, how does it feel now that I have your prick in my fist?
Son, I have a lot of things to teach you.  Are you willing to learn?" I
quickly drew my hand back and looking at him said, "Oh, yes, Dad, if you'd
teach me what I need to know, I'd be grateful."

	"My Dad the Coach smiled and leaned back on the bench.  'The first
thing I want to show you is my cock.  So just bend forward and put your
hands on my thighs. Now stick out your tongue and touch it to the tip of my
cock. Yea, just like that.'

	"I looked at his hard uncut cock, the foreskin pulled back, veins
twisting around its surface, and the gland head swollen up to look smooth
and silky. Dad didn't have to tell me what to do, as I wanted to do it on
my own. I wanted to try on him what I'd done to other guys. My tongue
lapped upward from his tight nut sack to the tip of his prick, then swirled
my tongue around the head, opened my lips and let this cock slide into my
mouth. It was warm and completely filled my mouth cavity. I sucked on it
and let it pop out of my mouth.

	"'Geez son, that was great, but don't rush it. You have to kiss the
stalk and suck it, then lap all around it working upward. Here, bend back
and let me show you how to do it.' I leaned back and rested on my elbows,
my now red swollen cock was standing at attention.

	Dad's hands massaged my thighs and then gripped tight as he leaned
forward. He sniffed my crotch, kissed my ball sack, lapped it and proceeded
to suction kiss my stalk. His thumb and forefinger surrounded the base of
my man meat and cupped my balls. I moaned, it felt so good and his rough
tongue lapped upward. He licked the sides, nipping occasionally to keep me
hard. Then he swirled his tongue round the swollen glands, and I writhed in
pleasure. His lips formed a pouty oval and he placed it at the tip, his
tongue teased the slit with quick taps. Then he slid my cock into his warm
buttery feeling mouth, and applied suction. His head started up and down
and I could feel his teeth graze the sides of my cock. My cock slid in and
out of his mouth. My ball sack contracted and I knew that I would soon fill
his mouth with my cum.

	"'Dad, Dad, I'm going to cum.' He increased his head movements and
sucked harder and I couldn't hold back, letting fly with my cum to fill his
mouth. He swallowed it all, and then licked my cock clean.

	"Now that's what I want you to do to me," he said as he leaned back
on the bench. I had full access to his pulsing standing prick. I leaned
forward and braced myself with a hand on each of his muscular thighs. His
hand came up and his fingers slid into my curly locks of hair, pulling me
downward. I took a deep breath and then started to tease the tip of his
swollen smooth cockhead with my tongue. I soon was circling my tongue
around his glands and was pursing my lips to kiss it with suction kisses.

	"He began telling me how great it felt. At that point I was
dribbling excess saliva on his now massive man meat. He urged me to take it
all into my mouth, just like he had done me. I parted my lips and let the
head slide in and it filled my mouth cavity. I'd sucked on other guys, most
of them my age, but I started wondering if I could swallow all of Dad's
massive cock. He began forcing my head downward with his hand on my head
and forced his hips upward, and his wet cock slid deeper into my throat.

	"'That's it son, take it all, take it deep into your throat and
then suck on it." He started swearing that it felt so good, so tight, so
wet, injecting "fuck" for every other word.  'You're a natural born
cocksucker son. You're doing a terrific job. Keep bobbing on that fucking
man meat and I'll fill you full of cum.' He came in a rush deep in my
throat, and I was pulling back so that he filled my mouth with his slippery
white cum juice. It tasted slightly salty, but sweet, and I started
swallowing and licking my lips to get what overflowed at the side of my
mouth.

	"I looked up at him. Dad had his eyes closed, his mouth open, and
head laid back. I moved closer to him and sucked on his right nipple and
nipped the hard tip, then licked the swirl of hair around the dark
aureole. His head came forward and mine moved up and his lips met my full
lips and tongues slipped within, and twined, and we both began moaning our
pleasure. His hands grabbed my shoulders as he more forcefully kissed
me. He broke off the kiss, and breathlessly said, 'That was fucking
amazing! Maybe you have some things to show me, Stud. Let's get in the
shower and wash off the chlorine and cum. I want to soap up your body, real
bad!"

	"He grabbed a couple of towels off the stack. and I followed him
into the shower room. He got a couple of the shower heads going with hot
water and had me stand in the spray as he worked up a lather in his
hands. He motioned for me to step toward him and he got behind me and
started at my shoulders, working the lather onto my deltoids and biceps,
then into my armpits and down my sides. Back to my shoulders and rubbing my
lats and back muscles into softness. He was at my waist and I felt his
thumbs separate the cheeks of my butt. He palmed the cheeks and then I felt
a finger pushing its way into me. I raised a leg to make it easier for him
to insert his finger to the knuckle.

	"I turned my head to look down at him. 'Coach, I want you to fuck
me! I want you to be the first man to fuck my ass. Fuck me like you've
fucked all those other guys on the team over the years.' He looked
stunned. I had called him Coach rather than Dad. To both of us, it was some
kind of a sign that I wanted him as a man, not as my father. And I had
guessed rightly that this wasn't the first time he'd cornered one of the
team members in the guest locker room, either. He had been massaging my
thighs and calves and soaping them up. He stood up, his cock was sticking
straight at me, engorged, swollen with lust.

	"'You want me, to, to, fuck your ass?  I heard you right, you want
me to fuck you?' He stood looking at me.

"'Yeah, and I want you to do it now, before I realize what I'm doing!' I
bent over at the waist and grabbed my ankles. I looked through my spread
legs and saw my limp cock and ball sack hanging down, then Dad's muscular
calves. 'Okay son, I'll be pleased to do it.' He started running his hands
over the hot spots and then his middle finger thrust its way deep into my
fuck hole. He moved it in and out and from side to side. 'Okay, I'm going
to insert another finger.' I felt my asshole stretch and it hurt.

"'Go slow Coach, that's really stretching me and it hurts a little.'

	"'Hush son, you're going to like it. The pain goes away and it's
replaced by an exquisite feeling of pleasure.' By this time he'd reached
deep enough to be rubbing my prostate gland and I'd started dribbling
cum. I reached back and rubbed the gobs of clear fluid over my cock. Dad
saw this and pushed my hand away. 'I want that to lubricate my cock.'

	"I was licking my hand, as he cupped his palm and caught the
dribbles.  His hands grabbed my hips, and I felt the fat head of his cock
at the door to my ass. He started shoving it in, real slow, so that I could
feel it. He'd stuffed it all into me and his wiry pube hair was tickling my
ass cheeks. He let out a satisfied sigh, 'Okay, son, I'm going to start
pulling out and I'm going to fuck you into delirium.' He rocked on his
feet, thrusting and pulling, and I moaned with the pleasure of his boner
stroking my prostate, and the feeling of being stretched as his swollen
fuck pole pulled out. He started breathing heavy, his thrust was harder and
I was forced to brace myself to keep from being flung forward. He let out a
long moan of 'aargh' and collapsed over my back. His hands slid under my
shoulders and his hands gripped tightly as he pulled me backward to impale
me on his throbbing fuck pole. I felt the warm flood of his cum inside me,
and I think I shot my wad of cum at the same time. It was a terrifically
satisfying feeling.

	"'Oh, man, that was good!' my Dad said as he straightened up, and
putting one hand on my ass cheek, he started pulling his cock out of my
fuck hole. He came around to my face. I was still bent over at the waist,
my hands braced on my knees. He held up his limp dick up to my lips.

	"'Suck it clean, son. Use your tongue to lick it clean. Do it!'

	"It seemed so natural. I slurped it into my mouth without a
thought. In the shower room it had a sharp pungent smell and I knew that I
smelled a man's essence. I licked it clean and he stood spread legged in
front of me, his hands on his hips, hips thrust forward, head down watching
my tongue clean his rod.

	He reached out and cupped my chin in his hand and raised me up. He
kissed me roughly, his tongue slid into my mouth and our saliva mixed. His
tongue tip touched my palate sending tingles upward. He slid his hands
around me and cupping my ass cheeks, pulled me close to his body. Our
pricks rubbed together.  He slid to his knees and mouthed my semi-swollen
prick, getting it hard once more. He stood, eyes sparkling, his white teeth
showing through his smile.

	"'Now, I want you to fuck me. I want your hard young cock stuck up
my ass, all the way to the hilt and I want you to bang me until you spurt
your youthful cum deep inside my guts.' He turned and leaning with one hand
on the shower wall, lifted his left leg with the other hand. I need no
instruction.

	"I soaped my hard swollen aching cock, and slid it between his
exposed ass cheeks. I don't know how it happened, but my long slim, then
eight inches of teen prick slid right home on the first thrust. I was soon
pumping his ass as hard and as fast as I could. He moaned encouragement's
to me, suggested how I should thrust. I braced my hands on his shoulders
and kept right on plunging with a steady rhythm. I knew I was near as my
ball sack pulled up tight against my cock...and then that warm glowing
sensation filled me and I let out a heartfelt loud groan of ecstasy and cum
filled my Dad, the Coach's guts. I wrapped my arms around Dad and took
several deep breaths as I held him close, my prick still deeply bedded in
his grasping ass hole.

	"He stood up and I released him from my hug. He turned, my prick
slipping out of his hot orifice, and kissed me lightly. 'That should keep
us satisfied till we do it again. You're one great fucker, kid. You should
go far with that technique. Let's finish showering and get dressed. I've
got something else to tell you about.'

	"While we showered is when he told me about The Shamrock Club and
Camp Clover and that I'd be going there for the summer to learn a lot more
about sex. He also told me that he hoped I would want to keep having sex
with him, too. I told him that I hoped we would and he grabbed me and
hugged me under the hot water spray.

	"Dad looked at me. 'You okay?'

"'Yeah, its just that I'm trying to get used to it.' He grabbed me and we
tussled a bit, and we rinsed off, and then toweled each other dry. We left
the visitors locker room and went back to the other locker. We slipped into
our clothes in the locker room and I followed him back to the Coach's
office. I noticed that for the first time in a long time, I was completely
relaxed."

"Wow," said Tim. "You and your Dad still have sex together?"

"Not as often as we used to, but we still get together once in a while. He
still knows how to turn me on better than anyone else in the whole world,"
said Jack.

"Hey, look at the time!" exclaimed Rodney. "We'd better get these two guys
up for breakfast. Perry wants a quick meeting this morning, then we have
some special stuff for you both later this afternoon."

The two boys looked at each other as they pulled their clothes on. What
kind of special stuff could they have in store?


(more to come)


Thanks to a special friend who contributed part of Jack's experience from
his true live adventures. I'd love to hear from you, too. My e-mail address
is chipster071053@yahoo.com.