Date: Tue, 4 May 1999 22:13:59 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
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

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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.