Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2007 06:41:02 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Camp Conversion  Chapter 1

CAMP CONVERSION
Part 1
Written by Stripscott based on a true account by Nivram


	It was time for Summer Camp again and I was really looking forward
to it. Since I had passed my 17th birthday, I would be in attendance as a
Junior Counsellor for the first time. It was a responsibility which I took
particularly seriously and saw as an opportunity to set a good example to
all the young campers, particularly those attending for the first time.

	In fact, I took most things in life seriously. I had always been a
hard worker at school which left very little time for the things which most
boys in their late teens expect to enjoy. Needless to say, having had very
little to do with girls, I was a total virgin, except for my own personal
manipulations when I would dream of what I might sometime get up to with an
attractive girl of my imagination. Oh yes! I knew what to do, but just
never had the chance to put it into practice.

	The thought of any kind of relationship with another male never
even crossed my mind. I was aware that such relationships existed, but I
wanted girls and saw no apparent attraction in what men might get up to
together, sexually. My anticipation of the camp to come certainly did not
include any idea that I would undergo my initiation into such practices.

	I don't remember much about the journey to the camp site. I do
remember checking everything I was taking with me three times before
leaving and still being worried that I might have forgotten something. The
weather was perfect: bright sunshine in a clear blue sky and an occasional
zephyr of breeze; just right for all the outdoor activities that were
planned.

	When we eventually arrived the camp was very quiet with just a few
people to be seen. We were the advance guard. The campers themselves
wouldn't be arriving for another week and we had that time in which to set
up everything at the camp site. The idea was that the campers would be
plunged into the activities from virtually the moment they arrived and be
kept involved throughout the eight weeks.

	After we'd unloaded our gear, there was a short meeting with the
Camp Director who outlined the work of the weeks to come and injected a lot
of enthusiasm into all of us. Then we were told who we would be working
with and where we would be bunking. I discovered that I was assigned to a
Senior Counsellor called Dan and that I would also be sharing a cabin with
him.

	Dan was 21, two inches taller than me at six foot two and probably
weighed about 180 pounds. He was fit. It was clear that he worked out even
before we got into the cabin and he took off his tee shirt. His muscles
were nicely proportioned and I immediately determined to ask his advice on
training regimes. I'd never done much to hone my body, but I hadn't let it
run amok either. I'd done exercises and had generally been careful about
what I ate. However, I was rather scrawny and weighed about 150 pounds. I
knew I could do with improvement.

	Still, there wasn't time there and then for a discussion on body
toning. The instructions had been, "Get settled in quickly, change into
something comfortable for working in this weather and meet back here in
half an hour." I made up my bed and quickly slipped into a pair of
shorts. I noticed that Dan had done the same. Together we returned to the
meeting, ready to get our assignments and set to work.

	It would be too long and tedious if I were to try to explain all
that we had to do, but it was certainly hectic and strenuous. Most guys
wore shorts and those who had donned tee shirts to begin with were soon
bare-chested. Some were clad in just bathing suits and I thought that might
not be a bad idea for the next day. Sweat was soon running over my skin and
dampening the top of my shorts. It dripped from my hair down my face and I
was constantly wiping it away.

	I started to apply names to faces as I listened to the talk among
the other Counsellors and thought I was going to enjoy this Camp even more
than I had expected. I anticipated making a lot of new friends and getting
to know some of them really well.

	This would turn out to be an extremely accurate forecast, but not
in the way I envisioned it then.

	In keeping with Camp standards, there was a set Lights Out time and
this was held too, even though the main Camp hadn't really begun. However,
after that first day and all the hard work that everyone had undertaken,
there was little need to apply regulations. Almost everyone was totally
exhausted and headed back to their cabins early. I know that I had rarely
felt so in need of sleep and Dan seemed to be the same. Not long after our
evening meal, we headed for our cabin together.

	I barely remember slipping into bed and I was asleep within only a
few seconds of laying my head on the pillow.

	I don't know why I woke, but I opened my eyes and glanced around
the cabin, wondering at first where I was. It was dark, but moonlight shone
brightly through the window over which we hadn't bothered to draw the
curtain. Still tired, I was already drifting back to sleep when it
registered that the moonlight had illuminated Dan's bed. It was empty.

	Just enough consciousness was left for me to wonder where he might
have slipped off to, but then sleep overtook me again and I slept through
'til daybreak. When I opened my eyes once more, sunlight beamed through the
window and Dan was tucked up and fast asleep in bed.

	I realised that I didn't yet know him well enough to enquire about
his nocturnal activities, even had he been awake to answer my question.
Anyway, it was none of my business, I told myself. Nevertheless, although I
didn't like to admit it, I was curious.

	The day's activities soon drove speculation from my mind as I
played my part in the next stages of Camp preparation. Due to our efforts
the day before and some hard work that morning, we found ourselves ahead of
schedule and were able to ease up on the pressure in the afternoon.
However, the combination of fresh air and steady labour took its toll yet
again and most were not sorry to be heading for their bunks once again that
night.

	I was just feeling the onset of unconsciousness when movement in
the room brought my senses back to alert. Curious, I slightly opened one
eye and saw that Dan had got out of his bunk and was quietly crossing the
room towards me. I closed my eye quickly and lay there, pretending to be
asleep. I sensed that Dan had reached the side of my bunk and was looking
down at me. I guessed he was checking to see if I was asleep because, after
a moment he moved off again. I risked opening my eye again slightly and saw
him almost at the door of the cabin. As I watched, he slowly and silently
turned the handle and pulled the door open. Within a moment, he had slipped
out and closed the door quietly behind him.

	Without thinking, I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. Quickly
I opened it and looked out. There was no sign of Dan. In any case, I
suddenly thought, how could I go running around the camp at night in my
underwear, which was all I had on. I closed the door again and stared at
Dan's bed. Two nights in a row he'd slipped off somewhere so last night
hadn't been a one-off.

	I made a decision. If Dan left the cabin the following night, I
would be ready and follow him. I wanted to know what my Senior Counsellor
got up to on these nocturnal expeditions.

	The following evening I made sure to get into my bunk before Dan
came in. I'd put a clean pair of shorts on over my underwear and also wore
a tee shirt under the covers which I made sure were pulled right up to my
neck. I was also wearing sneakers and socks.

	When Dan came in I drowsily said, "Good night," and while he got
ready for bed, feigned falling asleep. It was a bit of a struggle not to
drop off as it had been another tiring day of work and, after about an
hour, I wondered if Dan was actually going to repeat his excursions of the
previous two nights. Then I heard movement.

Through slitted eyes I watched Dan get out of bed and pull on shorts, shirt
and footwear which he must have left ready on a chair. Then, again, he
crossed over to my bed. I shut my eyes firmly and must have given a good
imitation of being asleep because Dan was clearly convinced and carefully
made his exit from the cabin as before.

The door had barely closed before I was out of bed and scuttling across the
room. Opening the door quickly I saw Dan's retreating figure hurrying along
the path. Stepping out and closing the door behind me, I hurried in
pursuit.

Of course, the camp was deserted at that time of night and I raced along
the path. Soon I had Dan in sight just up ahead. The route he was taking
seemed to be heading for the lake. I was convinced that he must be going to
meet somebody.

After a bit, Dan turned off on a side path which, I knew, led to the
boathouse. Perhaps he was going out on the lake for a midnight sail or
something. As the boathouse came into sight between the trees, it became
clear that it was indeed Dan's destination. As he approached the door, I
slipped behind a pile of logs to watch.

Dan produced a key and unlocked the door. Opening it, he took a quick look
all around him and then slipped inside. A moment later the light went on. I
waited, but I couldn't hear any sounds from within. I was about to move
forward when I heard a sound on the path. From my concealed position, I saw
two other Senior Counsellors approaching.

As they came out of the shadows of the trees, I recognised them. They were
twins, Al and Mike. Although they were a couple of years older than me,
they were both shorter by about four inches. Nevertheless, I had noticed
that they were well-built and much of their 160 pounds was muscle.

They were whispering together as they approached the boathouse, but I
couldn't hear anything they said. After taking that same cautious look
round, they too opened the door and joined Dan inside.

Burning with curiosity, I forced myself to stay in hiding for bit longer in
case anyone else was due to join the trio, but eventually I couldn't wait
any longer. I emerged from cover and flitted across to the boathouse.

The only windows were high up and I couldn't reach them. I listened at the
door, but I couldn't hear a thing so I started to make my way round the
outside. Turning a corner, I saw a shaft of light shining from what had to
be a hole in the wall. As I approached it, I saw that there was a slight
crack in the wood where I could take a peek inside.

Cautiously I bent down and put one eye to the crack.

The inside of the boathouse was brightly illuminated and I could see
everything clearly. At my first glimpse of the activity inside, I gave a
slight gasp.

Clothes were lying about on the floor. Dan was totally stark naked and
kneeling in front of the twins. A big dick jutted out from between his
legs. He was in the process of pulling down Mike's bathing suit and, as I
watched, Mike's erect dick sprang into sight, almost hitting Dan in the
face. Dan immediately seized the monster, which was almost as big as his
own and closed his mouth around it. My head spun with shock at what was
happening before me. I felt giddy.

Al, Mike's twin was standing beside him, bathing suit around his knees and
kissing Mike tenderly. Mike's hand was on Al's stiff cock, gently sliding
up and down the shaft.

Gradually I took in the scene with a sense of disbelief. The two dicks I
could see were circumcised. Al's had to be shortest, although it was still
a good six and a half to seven inches long. Dan's man rod was nearer eight
inches I guessed.

After a while, Dan pulled off Mike's dick and stood up. Mike knelt to
return the favour and Dan bent down so that his and Al's lips met. Mike
began to alternate between sucking Dan and Al. His head bobbed up and down
on those two steel shafts.

At last, Dan leaned down and pulled Mike to his feet whilst he and Al knelt
on either side. They each put their lips to Mike's prominent cock, and
began sliding them up and down it's length, Mike groaned as the treatment
proceeded. So this was the awful secret of Dan's departure from the cabin!
Young men indulging in carnal sex acts with each other! I couldn't believe
the depravity.

Nevertheless, I became so mesmerised by the events unfolding in the
boathouse that I heard the crack of a twig behind me just too late. As I
moved to turn, an arm snaked around my neck and my head was dragged
backwards and held tight. My right arm was seized and forced up behind my
back in a half-nelson. The pain jolted through me and I cried out. A voice
whispered in my left ear.

"So what have we here? A spy? A voyeur? I don't know how much you've seen,
but it's too much. I think you'd better join the party so that we can
decide what to do with you."

The words were chilling and I wished I was back in the cabin, asleep and
unaware. What could they do to someone who now knew about their awful
activities?

I began to tremble and struggle at the same time, but my scrawny physique
was no match for my captor. I was turned and, in fear, forced back to the
boathouse door beyond which three naked and sexually-aroused young men were
wondering what the noise had been outside.