From: FANCHAPHAW@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: CAMP FROLICS   (boy/boy)
Date: 4 Dec 1994 14:43:08 -0000
Summary: A true-to-life story from childhood
Keywords: fiction, gay,minors

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:


From the YOUNG, HUNG, & PROMISCUOUS zine:

CAMP FROLICS


The following story is a true-to-life account, as reported in the
Young, Hung, & Promiscuous Zine, a true-to-life accounting of
sexual adventures from the childhood of boy-lovers.

This material has been submitted anonymously.

This material is copyrighted by YOUNG, HUNG, &
PROMISCUOUS. All Rights Reserved-1994

Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the persons in
this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any
laws known to mankind.

If you are under the age of 18, or under the age at which you
can legally read adult sexual material, exit now and do not
continue reading.

If you are offended by stories of childhood sexual activities, exit
now and do not continue reading.

ISHMAEL WILKINS

CAMP FROLICS

At fourteen and fifteen I volunteered as a residential summer
camp counselor. The camp, run by a well known boy's
organization, was open to boys from around seven to twelve. All
backgrounds attended the camp, since "camperships" were
available for boys from poor families.

My very first year, and the very first session of camp I was
assigned a small wooden cabin at the outskirts of the camp. The
cabin would hold ten boys plus myself. I found our early on that
I was to be the object of a "trick." The trick was that the first
campers assigned to be were ten very young African-American
boys. The boys were all between eight and ten years old.

At first I did not understand what the trick was suppose to be, but
I soon found out. Most of the other counselors there were
somewhat racist, and considered getting assigned all black
campers to be bad luck. I wasn't racist at all, and soon let all of
my new charges know this. Sitting them down on the floor in the
middle of the cabin, I told them so, and I told them that I would
be like their big brother while they were there. I told them that I
didn't mind if they slept in each other's beds, as I knew that night
time in a new place could be scary. I also added that I didn't mind
if they had "special friendships," as long as it was kept private
inside of the cabin. I left the definition of special friendship for
them to figure out.

Since the first activity of the day was a swimming test, I told
them that they should all change into their bathing suits. Up to
that point in time I had never seen a boy of color naked, and so I
sat eagerly awaiting my first glimpses. I was quite impressed
with what I saw. All of the boys had better than average size
penises. I believe that the boys knew that I was checking them
out, but they didn't seem to mind, and they all took longer than
was necessary to finally slip into their suits.

That night, around midnight, I was awakened by a nine-year-old
who was scared to go out to the communal bathroom all alone.
He told me as he woke me up that none of the other boys were
brave enough to go with him, and that he had to go badly. I
walked him down to the bathroom and back again. He chatted
eagerly and appreciatively all the way down and back.

When we returned to the cabin he asked me if he could come into
my bed for a little while and talk. I quickly agreed. After
stripping back down to my undershorts I crawled into bed with
the little boy. Within a few minutes I was rubbing his fairly large
erection, and after a few minutes more I had him spread out on
my bed naked, and was sucking his long smooth dick.

Without asking the boy arranged himself into a sixty-nine
position and with very little effort took my entire cock into his
mouth. I had never been deep throated by such a small boy
before that, and it took only a few minutes of him sucking me
before I was cumming in his throat. He swallowed my cum as if
he had been doing it all of his life, crawled up on to of me, kissed
me on the mouth, and then took his underpants and went to his
bunk.

Within a couple of minutes another boy appeared at my bedside.
While I watched he stripped off his underpants and crawled
under the covers with me. He repeated pretty much the same
things as the first boy, and managed to bring me to another quick
climax.

By day break all ten of the boys had come to my bed, stripped off
their underpants, and crawled in with me to be sucked and to
suck me. I gave up counting how many mouths I came into,
however, a few of them were unable to receive any fluids from
me.

Not only had I experienced sex with my first boy of color, I had
been able to make love with ten of them in a row. Each of them
were different and lovely. By the time that we all finally fell to
sleep the sun was coming up, and most of us were sleepy
throughout the entire next day.

By weeks end we were sharing all kinds of sex. Each of them
decided that I could fuck them. Before I attempted to do so,
however, I treated each of them to a long rim job. Many of nights
we spread out all of the available sleeping bags on the floor, and
abandoned out beds to sleep together on the floor. I was very
happy that we were able and allowed to lock our cabin doors at
night.

Today these boys are all eighteen and older, and I've continued to
see them as much as I could in the past. All of them still have
positive memories of our summer together, and occasionally I
will sit down and write to one or more of them.

CAMPing AT FIFTEEN


The boys at the summer camp named the place "camp cock,"
because it was pretty much orgy time from the moment their
parents dropped them off until they were picked up at the end of
their stay. We had a common bathroom building in the middle of
the camp, and after hours it would turn into a cruising area. Boys
of all ages would be hanging around looking for sex. Many
nights I would walk in on the middle of two boys having sex,
and on a few occasions I walked right into the middle of an orgy.
I also managed to be able to "pick up" a few boys hanging
around the bathroom waiting for new friends.

We played two regular summer camp games there. One was tag
ball, and the other capture the flag. Tag ball was played in a large
enclosed area, and capture the flag took place in a fairly extensive
wooded area. Since most of the counselors hated running either
of these two activities, I soon took them over.

One day in the tag ball arena, I announced that we were going to
play strip tag ball. All of the boys laughed, few of them believing
me, however, they grew quiet as I explained the rules.

I told them that if they were hit once by the ball, a bunch of socks
rolled up into a bigger sock, they would have to take off their
shirt. Twice and his pants came off, and so on until he was
naked. Once a naked boy got hit again, he would have to sit
down around the edge of the arena until the game was over. The
last remaining boy was declared the winner, and received a treat
from the camp store. The game would then progress in reverse.
All the boys would enter back into the game naked, and on each
hit he would put an article of clothing back on. The last remaining
naked boy would be the winner.

Of course I only played this version of tag ball when the "coast
was clear." We would have lookouts who sat up on the fence
signal if anyone "square" approached. Soon after I began these
special tag ball sessions upward to one hundred boys would
attend tag ball daily. No one in the camp could figure out why tag
ball had suddenly become so popular with the boys.

Capture the flag was usually played in the evening, shortly after
dinner. It was a little cooler then, and since not much was going
on, a huge number of boys would come to play. Darkness would
mean the end of the game, and if no team was able to capture the
other's flag by then, the game would be continued the next
evening.

The game is normally played with shirts and skins. My version
was also one with shirts and skins, however, the shirts only
wore shirts, and the skins only wore their skins. For about two
hours all of the boys would run around the woods naked or
nearly naked playing the game. When a boy from an opposing
team was captured by the enemy, he was taken to a jail, where it
was considered his duty to try to escape.

In our jails, however, a boy could bribe his way out with a quick
sixty-nine in the nearby bushes. By the end of the first hour few
boys were usually left looking for the other's flags. There were
quite a few couples and groups spread out all over the woods
having sex. Needless to say, capture the fag...whoops...flag,
was a great success.

One evening around 12:30 pm I heard noises coming from the
camp's huge baseball field. Leaving my cabin to investigate, I
found two naked eleven and twelve-year-olds bouncing on the
trampolines, and two of the them lying down on the tarp together
head to foot.

When I approached they were scared at first until they seen who
it was. They greeted me openly, and asked if I wanted to
"bounce" with them. While three boys bounced on the
trampoline, I sucked the fourth off on the other mat. By the time I
had blown my fourth, a new naked boy appeared, and I began to
blow him, noticing while I was doing so that I hadn't yet sucked
that cock that night.

When the boy came down my throat, and a new one appeared, I
took my light and shinned it around me. To my horror, what
seemed like twenty naked boys, underpants in hand, were
waiting for blowjobs. As time went on the numbers continued to
grow, and when I was close to lockjaw, I began to masturbate
them instead, taking them two at a time to bring them all to
climax. Boys of all ages, sizes, and colors appeared that evening.
I noticed, much to my great pleasure, that a few of the blowees
were uncircumcised.  Most boys at this time were cut, and so to
find one uncut was a real treat, at least to me.

BY the time that I called it off, telling the boys to go back to their
cabins, it was around three o'clock in the morning. I felt as if I
has sucked every boy in camp. Because it was under the cover of
darkness, it seemed that every boy wanted his time to be blown.

The following day, short of a few chuckles and a few broad
smiles directed at me, the night was never mentioned. I did
notice, however, that certain lumps would develop in boy's pants
if I stopped to talk with them. Later I was told by another teenage
counselor who was found of younger boy cock, that I had
broken the camp record for cock sucking all in one single night.

I just recently talked with an old boyfriend who I met at Camp
Cock. He says that although some boy-boy sex still takes place,
the hysteria over sex has hit hard, and Camp Cock can no longer
be called Camp Cock with the same pride as when we were
younger.

THE END

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