Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 15:57:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shy Boy at Summer Camp - Part 1

Early summer, 1962.  My sixth grade school year was over, I had
just turned 12, and I'd settled into summer vacation. And then my
parents broke the news that I'd be going to a sleep-away camp.
They were going to take their annual vacation in a few weeks, and
thought it would be a great experience for me to go away to camp
while they were gone.  In previous summers, they had brought in
Mrs. Martin, a middle-aged widow-lady, to babysit for me.

I would have MUCH preferred the babysitter scenario.  It wouldn't
have interfered in the least with my usual summer routine of
doing absolutely nothing... just sitting around all day reading
and daydreaming.  I was a shy boy... a loner... an only child.  I
had no real friends and spent very little time with other kids,
besides sitting with them in the classroom.  I was tongue-tied
around my peers, even though I was quite articulate with adults
I knew.  Ah, but those daydreams!  I guess other lonely boys are
like this...  I could close my eyes and create a whole secret
life.  I could have best friends and thrilling adventures and do
everything that my shyness kept me from doing in real life.  But
over the previous 6 months or so, an element of kinkiness had
been creeping into my daydreams.  No overt sexuality, because I
knew essentially nothing about sex.  But in hindsight, I can see
that they were actually very erotic.

I always had my face in a books, mostly history books or
historical fiction.  My favorite themes were ancient Greece and
Rome, the Crusades, the exotic Moslem world of the sultans,
Europe in the 18th and 19th centuries, and the American
Revolution and Civil War.  It was natural that many of my
fantasies would draw on these.  Three books stand out as having
brought out the kinkiness in my very receptive imagination.
One was about Ancient Greece and had a chapter on the prevalence
of slavery in that culture.  It had pictures of boy slaves
attending aristocrats as their personal servants, and one
particular engraving showed a completely naked boy (seen from the
rear) about my age being sold in a slave market.  I returned to
the picture again and again, and I felt a tingle of excitement
each time  Another book was about the Barbary Pirates... the Arab
privateers of North Africa who captured and sold into slavery
numerous European and American merchant sailors (and young cabin
boys!) up until the early 1800s.   While the adult captives faced
a brutal life of harsh labor, the book told how boy captives were
often sent to the ruler's palace to be his personal attendants.
There was a tantalizing reference to the European and American
boy-slaves being "abused" by the decadent sultans who ruled the
pirate kingdom in what is now Algeria.  I tried to imagine what
that meant... did the captured boys get spanked?  Were they made
to do embarrassing things?   I would spin all sorts of daydreams
about being a captured cabin boy myself, in the exotic royal
palace in Algiers.  The final big influence on my emerging
kinkiness was the art history section of the library, and one
book in particular... French oil paintings of the mid-1800s in
the "Orientalist" style... showing supposedly realistic views of
daily life in North Africa, Persia, and Turkey.  What attracted
me was the prevalence of surprisingly explicit scenes with nubile
harem girls and handsome young servant boys, many of them
completely naked.  It was so exciting to imagine myself in an
exotic location, required to show myself totally nude.  (In real
life, nobody but my parents and doctor had ever seen my penis.)

I didn't have any real hopes of having fun at camp, but it
started off even worse than I had imagined.   I didn't know a
soul there, and to make matters much worse, I arrived half-way
through the first month-long session.  All the other campers had
been there for two weeks, so kids had already made friends and
formed cliques long before I showed up.  Maybe if I had been more
outgoing, I would have fared better.  But I was dorky, and
utterly lacking in self-confidence and self-esteem.  I was an
odd-ball... an interloper in the cabin... an object of quiet
contempt. There was another shy boy in my cabin... Jimmy... but
neither of us made a move to befriend the other.

When someone actually took an interest me, after I'd been there a
full week, he was one of the most popular boys at camp!   And it
was through him that I finally made a connection between my
budding sexuality and my kinky fantasies.

His name was Luke, and he was the "alpha male" of our 8-camper
cabin of 12-year-olds.  He was about as different from me as you
could get, even though we were the same age.  I was a suburban
"WASP", zero social skills, not very attractive, with very short
light-brown hair (this was pre-Beatles).  Luke, on the other
hand, was a handsome, charismatic kid of pure Italian ancestry
(his real name was Luca) from Queens in New York City.  He
conformed to the stereotypes that being a "Nu Yawkah" entailed...
sarcastic and funny, fast-talking, street-smart, and supremely
self-confident.  His jet-black hair was longer than mine, combed
back in a cool "rock and roller" style that made him look even
more macho.

Luke was mature for his age... taller than me (5'7" to my 5'1"),
with darkening hair on his legs and even a few wisps at his
armpits.  He liked to go around shirtless, showing off his lean
and handsome torso, just starting to acquire the muscle
definition of adolescence.  He often hung out with older boys --
13 and 14-year-olds, the oldest of the campers -- and most of the
boys our age competed to be Luke's friend.

One afternoon he walked into the cabin while I was there alone,
reading on my cot.  After he entered the door, he stared at me
for an uncomfortable period of time.  Uh-oh, I thought to
myself... is he angry at me about something?

"Come back to the shower room with me, kid," he said in an
authoritative voice.  I wondered if he even knew my name.

For a moment, I was unsure what to do. Then he gave me a smile
and motioned with his head.  "Come on.  It's OK."  I followed
him back to the cramped room at the rear of the cabin, where
there was a urinal, two enclosed toilets, and two shower stalls
with curtains.

"Pull 'em down, and show me what you got."

That was way too cryptic for me.  I honestly had no idea what
he was talking about, and I just stood there totally puzzled.

"What?" I finally said.

"Pull down your pants, and show me your dick."

Nobody had ever suggested such a thing to me before, and it was
such a surprise that I momentarily considered running away.
But I didn't.  As the reality sank in,  the idea of being ordered
by Luke to show him my penis sent a rush of excitement flowing
through my body and brain.  I reached down and pulled at the
elastic waistband of my short pants, bringing them to my knees,
and hiked up my tee-shirt around my chest.  Standing there in my
snug white briefs, with my boyish penis pushing at the front,
I felt a swirling mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

"Go on," said Luke, with a gleam of eagerness in his eyes.
"Take down your underpants."

That phrase -- 'take down your underpants' -- surged through my
brain, carrying a magical excitement that went far beyond the
plain meaning of the words.  I was being commanded by a dominant
boy to perform the very act that I most desired to do.  Standing
there in the shower room, my heart was jumping in my chest,  a
shiver of pleasure rushing through my body.  My fingers slid
inside my briefs, along the sides of my hips, and I slowly
lowered the underpants to expose my hairless genitals.

I looked down at my circumcised dick.  Until now, I had paid only
scant attention as it had begun to mature over the past few
months... growing from little-finger size to a plump 2-1/2 inch
thumb, pointing downward at  a 45-degree angle.  And my balls,
which only a few months ago had been like peanut M&Ms in a little
boy's tight scrotal ball, were now robin's eggs dangling down in
a soft, loose sack.  I could feel my face blushing, but I was
thoroughly enjoying having a boy look at my nakedness for the
first time in my life.

"Nice one," said Luke, and I looked up to see from his expression
that he wasn't being sarcastic.  "Now get a boner,"  he directed.

"A what?"  I was clueless about anything having to do with sex.

"A boner.  Y'know... when your dick gets stiff and stands up."

"Oh... yeah.  It does that sometimes," I said.

"So do it."

"Do what?"

"Get a boner, nimrod!" he said, almost in exasperation.

I cringed at having revealed the depth of my ignorance.  And I
only made matters worse when I timidly muttered:  "But it only
does it... you know... by itself."

"Jeez!" he said dismissively.  "Here;  I'll show ya."  And Luke
unbuttoned and unzipped his cut-off jeans, and pulled them and
his white briefs down, both at once.

Wow!  He sure was different from me.  He had some dark hair above
his dick.  And his penis was uncut, with the foreskin extending
slightly beyond the glans... just like in the old paintings and
statues in the art books from the library.  His was about the
same diameter as mine, but an inch longer... and even more when
you counted the protruding foreskin... and his balls were fatter
and hung down lower than mine.  When he wrapped his fingers
around the top of his penis and began moving the skin back and
forth over the crown, his dick started to get longer...
thicker... redder.  When he let go it was standing up stiff, like
mine sometimes did  at random moments (typically inside my pants
where I didn't see it).  I starred in total admiration.  His
erection had grown to 5 inches, and the foreskin was now tucked
behind the purple-hued cock-head.  It was so handsome and
powerful... I couldn't keep my eyes off it.  Somehow I knew
intuitively that is was a remarkably attractive example of an
adolescent erection, even though I'd never before seen another
boy's stiff penis.

"Now do yours," he ordered.

When I started to slide the skin, like he had been doing, he
stopped me.  "Yours got fixed when you were a baby, so you gotta
do it different.  Here...."

He reached out and grasped my penis in his warm palm, squeezing
it a few times.  Then he began stroking with two fingers and his
thumb, in a backhand grip, paying particular attention to the
exposed glans.  Sure enough, it began coming to life...
stiffening; lengthening.

Strange and wonderful new feelings began flowing from my
genitals.  Luke reversed his grip and was now brushing up and
down along my dick with his fingers and thumb formed in a tight
circle, as he fondled my balls with his other hand.  In a minute,
my erection was standing up rigid and proud... nearly 4 inches,
with the head about the same diameter as the shaft.

"Not bad,"  he mused.  "Now get on your knees."

Although I had no idea why he wanted me to do it, I obeyed
immediately.  He took a step toward me, and his beautiful
erection was now right in my face.  Looking up into Luke's face,
I saw him smiling down at me.

"You like doing this, don't you... getting on your knees for me,"
he said in a sly and insinuating tone.

A million thoughts ran through my brain... it was so much like my
fantasies of being a slave boy.  How many times had I imagined
just such a scenario?  My heart thumped powerfully in my chest,
and the words caught in my throat.  I nodded my head up and down,
unable to speak.  I felt as excited as I'd been at any time in my
life.

"Good.  Then kiss the top of my boner."

If my face had been blushing before, it was surely on fire now!
I stared at Luke's stiff penis for a moment, then moved my face
closer.  When my mouth was an inch away from his erection, I felt
his hand pressing gently on the back of my head, guiding me the
rest of the way.  My lips made contact with his warm, smooth
cock-head.  I could barely breathe.  Why was I doing this?  And
why did it excite me so totally?

"Lick it."

My tongue peeked out from between my lips and timidly traced
across the hot, naked cock-head... the velvet flesh, the
prominent ridge, the piss slit.  Until a minute ago, I would
never have imagined putting my mouth on the organ that a boy pees
from... not in a million years!

"Yeah; that's good!" he praised me in a soothing tone.  "Now suck
it... take it in your mouth...  move your lips up and down on it,
and keep using your tongue."  The hand behind my head pressed a
little more firmly.

As my lips slid down to envelop the cock-head, time stood still.
I was dizzy with exhilaration but totally focused... oblivious
to any reality except the silky texture and indescribably
tantalizing taste of Luke's wonderful boner.  That's why it came
as such a surprise when he jerked his body back suddenly, only
seconds after his erection entered my mouth.

Then I heard it too... the sound of the screen door creaking in
the main part of the cabin and boys' voices.

"Get up," Luke whispered harshly, as he jerked up his pants and
quickly moved himself into a toilet stall and closed the door
behind him.  As soon as I was on my feet, I pulled up my
underpants and shorts in a second (an advantage of the little-
boy-style elastic waist on my shorts) and had the presence of
mind to go over and flush the urinal, as if I had just used it.
As I went to the sink to wash my hands, I could see in the mirror
how flushed my face was.  I dawdled there, washing up in a
leisurely manner until my blushing subsided a bit.  When I went
back to my bunk and picked up my book, I was totally ignored by
the two boys, as usual.  Luke emerged in a few minutes and
engaged in his usual boisterous banter with the campers who had
come in.

That night after dinner a rain storm came up, and all the campers
were sitting around the cabin.  There were several campers from
other cabins too, drawn by the appeal of hanging out with Luke.
I was reading, but most of the other kids were aimlessly talking.
The subject settled on a discussion of things they had done that
got them into trouble.  Luke and several others seemed to be
trying to outdo each other with ever-expanding tales of daring
behavior.  I listened in, even though I didn't participate.  Luke
clearly won the contest, with the story of how he had driven his
family's car around the block on a dare, and in the process had
side-swiped a neighbor's car, badly scratching both vehicles.
The talk shifted to punishments that kids had received from their
parents. Mention of  being "grounded" was superseded by accounts
of spankings.  While some kids had been spanked with bare hands
on fully-clothed or underwear-clad butts, others recounted more
intense scenarios.  One boy talked about getting wacked with a
hair brush. Another was over his mother's knee getting walloped
with a metal ruler My voyeuristic curiosity was fully engaged...
and all the more so when some of the kids mentioned bare-bottom
spankings.  My book was forgotten, and I sat up on my bed
listening in rapt attention. Thoughts of being spanked were a
frequent subject of my fantasies.  Although I had only been
spanked a few times in my life -- fully clothed -- I often
imagined what it would be like to be spanked with my underpants
down... by a parent... a babysitter... a teacher.  And, of
course, there were history-based fantasies in which I am a slave
boy being spanked by a master.

Luke again won the bragging rights when he described the
consequences of his driving adventure.  When his father had come
home, Luke was made to take off his pants and underpants... (Oh,
yes!)... and lie across his bed with his legs dangling over the
side... (I was feeling all tingly as he said this)... his father
took off his belt and folded it in half... (I realized my penis
was totally stiff)... and walloped Luke's ass and thighs with
full-strength whacks... (My hand was squeezing my crotch without
my consciously awareness).

"Wow!  Did it hurt?" asked Jimmy (the cabin's other shy boy),
without thinking how stupid the question was.

"Whatta ya think, douchbag!" said Luke sarcastically, causing
Jimmy to cringe and blush.  "I was screaming and crying as loud
as I could... I think that made him stop a little sooner than he
might have, just to shut me up.  The neighbors pro'bly thought he
was killin' me."  He paused for effect, and looked right at me.
"But y'know there are some guys who actually LIKE to get
spanked!"

"No way!"  "Really?"  "How do you know?" came the chorus of
disbelieving voices.

"My cousin Tony... he's in college... he told me," said Luke.
"He read someplace that there's even men that pay money to whores
who will spank their butt with a whip."

I had no idea what a whore was, but it sounded utterly
fascinating.  Luke kept glancing over at me, and I finally
realized that my hand was playing with my erect penis through my
pants.  I pulled it away in an instant, but could see the slight
smile on Luke's face.

That night, after lights-out, I lay quietly as the memories of
the day playing over and over in my mind.  I reached down to
touch my penis and felt it get stiff as I pressed my hand around
it through my underpants.  It felt great!  As my fingers squeezed
the 4-inch rod,  I was finally figuring it out... that
manipulating my dick could evoke pleasurable feelings.  After
maybe 15 minutes, the noises in the cabin had died down to the
peaceful sound of even, long breaths. With everyone else asleep,
I slid my briefs down to my knees and began to play with my dick
in earnest.  My fingers imitated what Luke had been doing back in
the shower room... squeezing, fondling, stroking. I was
experiencing the most wonderful feelings in my pre-pubescent
hard-on.  The more I manipulated it, the more I realized that my
boner was an amazing new toy.

As I quickly figured out how to masturbate, the familiar kinky
fantasies came flooding into my consciousness.  The mental images
made my penis feel even better, and the resulting physical
pleasure made the erotic thoughts even more compelling.  It was
almost like I had flipped a switch, connecting my thoughts with
the sensitive nerve endings of my penis.

Inevitably, my imagination came around to Luke.  I created a
fantasy that combined my "enslaved cabin boy" scenario with the
events that day in the shower room.  Luke is a young Arab prince,
who commands that the new slave be brought before him.  He orders
me to strip naked and display myself.  Then I must get on my
knees and bow submissively to him with my face to the ground.
When he tells me to rise up, he has opened his robe, and I'm
staring at his rigid erection.

I began stroking myself faster as my imagination replayed the
moment when Luke's boner slid between my lips.  To heighten the
effect, I brought the thumb of my left hand to my mouth.
Sucking and licking on my thumb, I could approximate what it's
like to suck a cock.  I knew nothing of orgasms, so my fantasy
didn't lead there.  Instead, my mind made an abrupt transition to
Luke spanking my bare bottom with a belt, in a great hall of the
sultan's palace, as a crowd of courtiers watched and laughed.
Oh, man!  The combination of a spanking fantasy and my just-
discovered masturbation skills brought me to a whole new level of
pleasure.  My body tensed and arched as my hand began stroking
urgently.  I was vaguely aware of the cot squeaking as I thrust
my hips, but I didn't stop until I felt an intense pressure
growing in my groin.  I stopped stroking and lay there breathing
heavily, as if I'd just run a race.  My impossibly-stiff and
throbbing boner was suddenly feeling uncomfortable instead of
pleasurable.  Maybe I was hurting myself!  It was all so strange
and new.  I pulled up my briefs and vowed not to touch myself
anymore that night.   As I fell asleep, my mind was still full of
sexy images... especially of Luke and his beautiful cock.

The next morning, everything seemed to be the same as it had
always been... Luke and the other boys jostling and kidding, but
ignoring me as if I didn't exist.  But as I left the dining hall
after breakfast, Luke walked over beside me and spoke in a quiet
voice.

"Meet me in 15 minutes, out by the old tennis court at the back
of the camp.  We'll take a walk in the woods and fool around some
more."

Then he walked away.  He hadn't stated it as a question.  It was
an order.  My penis got hard almost immediately, as I thought
about stripping nude for him again... getting on my knees...
sucking his stiff cock.  I worried as I walked along that
everyone could see the bulge at the front of my pants.  I covered
it with my hands (which undoubtedly made my situation far more
noticeable) and  walked away from the crowd of boys to sit alone
beside the lake for a few minutes.  I asked myself the question:
Did I really want to do this with Luke?  The internal answer came
fast and unambiguous: Of course I did!   My erection just
wouldn't go soft, so I pulled my tee-shirt down over it and kind
of hunched over as I walked back to the cabin.

When I entered the cabin, only  Jimmy was still there, lying on
his cot, reading.  Our eyes met briefly, and I thought I detected
a momentary a subtle grin before his face went back in his book.
Neither of us spoke, though.  I went back to the shower room,
entered a toilet stall, and urgently pulled down my pants to free
my stiff penis.  No longer just a tool for peeing, it had taken
on a personality of its own, demanding to be stroked but offering
physical pleasure in return.  And as I fondled my boner, I
thought about what awaited in the woods.  I wanted Luke's hand on
my penis again... I wanted to feel his impressive cock... I
wanted to do anything and everything he told me to do.

As I made my way to the tennis court, at the very edge of the
camp property, there was nobody around.  The court was in
horrible shape, cracked and uneven, and didn't even have a net.
I heard a whistle, like a bird. And then I saw Luke, bare-chested
and wearing cut-off jeans, standing just inside the woods.  He
motioned with his head for me to follow him and started walking
along a trail.  I moved quickly to catch up.

We walked together without speaking for about 5 minutes, and then
I asked: "Are we allowed to leave camp like this."

He stopped walking and faced me.  "Nope... but I do it all the
time.  So are you chickening out?  Go back if you like."  Then he
started walking again.  I followed.

After another 10 minutes, we came to a grassy clearing.   There
was a fire pit of rocks, with thick logs around it for sitting.
Some crumpled beer cans were in the cold ashes of the fire pit,
and some cigarette butts were crushed into the ground.

"This is where the counselors sometimes come at night after
light-out," he said.

"Oh,"  was my lame reply.

"Let's get back to where we left off," he said in his New York
accented voice.  "Strip."

I obeyed instantly... pulling off my tee-shirt, then my tennis
shoes without untying them, then my socks, then my short pants.
Looking down at my snug white briefs, there was the outline of my
4-inch erection in a ridge along the front. I looked up at Luke,
and he was studying my crotch with a sly grin on his lips.

"Go on; pull them down," he ordered.

My rigid cock was pulled forward as the waistband slid by, and it
slapped back against my hairless lower belly.  The warm breeze
played deliciously against my naked skin, and I watched my balls
pull up for a few seconds, then drifted back down to their usual
dangle.

"Turn around."

I did as he said, excited to be showing my bare butt.  I didn't
know it at the time, but I had a very sexy round ass back then...
a fact that is obvious now, every time I look at a picture of
myself in a tight bathing suit at that age.

"Nice" he said, and he reached out to run his hand over my ass.

I startled at his touch, but then relaxed... it felt good, and I
pushed my butt toward him.

"Yeah... nice!" he repeated, as his fingers slid along the crack.
"OK.  Turn around."  His eyes scanned my nude body.  "We're gonna
have some fun together!"  His voice and smile were reassuring.
"So what gets you horny?" he asked.

"Um... I don't... uh... I'm n-not sure I know what that means," I
mumbled, embarrassed as usual by my ignorance.  It was a word I
had heard other boys say at school, but I was too shy to ask
about it.

"Horny...  when your dick gets hard and you feel like you just
gotta stroke it....  What do you think about when it gets that
way?"

"Well... I....  It's kind of embarrassing to... uh...."

"Let's put it this way," he said.  "What were you thinkin' about
last night in the cabin, after lights-out, when you were strokin'
your dick?"

I gasped audibly.  He had overheard me!

"Hey!  Don't worry about it, Billy.  There's other guys in the
cabin that stroke at night... me included.  We're just a little
more quiet than you were.  So tell me what you were thinkin'
about."

The image of Luke as an Arab prince flowed back into my
consciousness, and the words just popped out. "I was daydreaming
about being in the olden days.  I was a... a slave boy in an Arab
palace... and you were... I mean, my master was... uh... um...."
I paused, flustered at having revealed that Luke had been the
star of my dream.

"Hmmm... master-and-slave... that's cool!" said Luke.  "Tell me
more," he said.  He stepped closer, reached out, and began
fondling my ball-sack... at first very lightly with his
fingertips, then gently rolling my balls in his palm.  "Tell me,"
he said, his voice more firm, as his other hand slid onto my
butt, caressing the cheeks in a gentle circular motion.

I was being overwhelmed by the erotic touch of his warm hands...
and by the commanding tone of his voice.

"I was imagining that I was naked, and my master... was... he was
making me... uh..."

Luke's hand began stroking my erection.  He leaned closer yet, so
his mouth was right beside my ear. "What was I making you do?" he
whispered.  "Tell me... slave boy."

Oh, God!  My wildest fantasies could barely live up to this
reality.  He was being my master at the same time he was making
my body feel so good. "In my thoughts... I was doing everything
you commanded.  I was s-sucking your penis."  I could barely get
the words out, so great is my nervous excitement.

"So you're a slave, and I'm your master..." he said in a voice
that was half-amused, half-encouraging.  "And I can tell you to
do anything, and you have to obey me... right?"  I nodded.
"Perfect!  Get on your knees."  As I complied, he kicked off his
shoes.  (He wasn't wearing socks.)  "Kiss my foot."  He tilted
the front of his right foot up so that only the heel touched the
ground.

I had fantasized this often enough in my slavery scenarios.
Bowing down, I touched my lips to the top of his nicely-shaped
foot and inhaled a mixture of soapy-clean smell and the pungent
aroma of sweaty sneakers.

"Now lick it,"  he instructed, wiggling his toes.  "Don't worry;
I took a shower this morning... nice and clean."

I held his foot in my hands, groveling on the ground before him,
and caressed it with my tongue... licking lick a dog, all around
the front of his foot and the toes.  I should have felt
humiliated to be doing this, but instead I felt totally
energized.  Then I brought my lips around his big toe, licked it,
then sucked it the way I'd sucked his cock-head the previous day.
I moved down the row of smaller toes, sucking and licking each in
turn.  My penis throbbed with arousal as my nascent foot fetish
blossomed almost instantly.

Suddenly, Luke pulled his foot away from my mouth.  "OK... enough
of that.  Get up on your knees."

As I rose up to a kneeling position, Luke was unzipping his cut-
off jeans.  From the way his penis was pushing against the front
of his clean white briefs, I could tell that he is already half-
hard.  "Pull them down," he ordered.  I reached out and pulled
the jeans down his hips, letting them fall to the ground, and
then eased down the waistband of his underpants.  And there it
was... his exquisite pubescent cock... the subject of my
daydreams.  As I watched, Luke's penis rose in a smooth upward
arc, without being touched, from half-hard to fully-erect.  And
even after the beautifully-proportioned phallus stood at full
erection, it pulsed even stiffer with each of his heartbeats.
The piss-slit peeked from the foreskin, and my mouth watered,
hungry to devour the luscious cock

Luke slid the foreskin back with his fingers, uncovering the
elegant light-purple cock-head.  I leaned forward to take it into
my mouth, but his hand stopped the movement of my head.

"First you need to kiss my ass."  He turned around and leaned
forward, thrusting his slender butt into my face.

My lips pressed against the baby-smooth skin of his butt, then
shifted over to do the same on the other cheek.

"Lick it."

I started licking the unblemished skin of his buttocks, enjoying
the sensation.

"No; not like that.  Lick my hole."

I froze for a moment.  It had been truly exciting to live out my
fantasy of being a slave... but could I really put my tongue
THERE?

"Do it, slave," he said, as his hands parted the globes of his
ass.

I stared, close-up, at the puckered flesh.  Thank God it wasn't
scuzzy!  If he hadn't taken a shower that morning, I might not
have been able to do it.  But I obediently brought my mouth
forward, stuck out my tongue, and hesitantly touched the taboo
orifice with my tongue-tip.  My heart was thumping like crazy as
I licked again... this time with the broad surface of my tongue.

"Oh yeah!" sighed Luke.

I was tasting and inhaling a wonderful combination of clean
soap-smell, fresh salty sweat, and the aroma of subtle boy-musk.
I licked some more, exploring the texture of the soft pink flesh
with its tiny folds.  My penis was absolutely rigid, and I
reached down to stroke it as I rimmed the anus of my "master".

Luke was now moaning with pleasure and pushing his ass into my
face.  His pleasure served to heighten my own lust.  I stiffened
my tongue and poked the clenched circle of muscle.  And then it
flexed open, like a flower bud in a time-lapse film, and my
tongue-tip plunged into him.  As I probed deeper the taste took
on a rich earthiness... and it was utterly intoxicating!  It made
me eager to cork-screw my tongue even deeper into Luke's
quivering anus.

When I finally paused to rest my over-worked tongue, Luke turned
around, his 5-inch erection still totally rigid and staring me in
the face.  "That was real good.  How 'bout you suck my cock for a
while."

"Yes..." I said dreamily, almost in a whisper. "Suck your cock."
That, after all, was what I had been earnestly fantasizing the
previous night.

I took the hard shaft in my hand and inclined it toward me a
bit... it was so stiff that it barely moved.  Then my lips
pressed against the tip, and I kissed it reverently.  My tongue
emerged and played across the velvet flesh, toying with the piss-
slit.  I paused and wet my lips.  Then my mouth slid down,
surrounding the cock-head... my tongue paying homage to it in
swirling licks.

"Yeah... do it!" said Luke.

My heart felt like it would burst with pleasure.  This felt so
perfect, so exhilarating... playing the role of a slave... taking
my master's smooth, hot erection into my mouth and gratefully
worshiping it.

As my lips slid farther down the shaft, Luke let out a yelp and
pulled his boner out of my mouth.

"Watch your teeth!  You were scraping them on my cock. Keep your
lips covering your teeth... OK?"

"Oh; sorry...."

I started again, sinking my lips down the shaft and swirling my
tongue.

"Ahhh....yeah!" he moaned.  Luke brought his hands to my head.
"Take my cock deeper... go up and down on it."  His hands started
guiding the pace of my sucking.

I understood the concept as if it were instinct.   My head was
bobbing up and down on his rigid boner, and I could tell that he
really liked it.  I was determined to take the whole five inches
and moved my lips down toward the hairs at the base of his cock.
When his cock-head poked into the entrance of my throat, I gagged
and pulled back.

"That's OK," he said.  "Just relax and let it slide in... swallow
it down... try again."  I did; more slowly; taking the last inch
a millimeter at a time, willing myself not to gag.  "Oh, yeah!
You're doin' it!  Oh shit, that's good!"

I must have been a natural-born cocksucker.  Just a few minutes
after beginning my first blow-job, I was taking him back and
forth in my throat!  It wasn't all that comfortable, but I loved
doing it, in a way that I could not have begun to explain.

Then his hips began to move as he held my head firmly in his
hands... he pulled back until only his cock-head was in my mouth,
and then thrust forward into my throat.  Back again... thrusting
forward. And again, faster this time.

"Ouch!  Your teeth got me again!" he yelped as he let go of my
head and pulled his slick, glistening boner out of my mouth.
"What am I gonna do with you?" he said in a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe you could..." I started out timidly.  "... you should
spank me."  My face blushed furiously with a combination of lust
and shame.  I couldn't believe I had the audacity to reveal this
kinky desire to him.

"Yeah!  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  Bend down and grab your
ankles.  That's how they do it at my school when we get sent to
the principal... except Sister Angelica uses a paddle, and we
keep our pants on.  I'll give you 10, just like Sister does."

I bent my knees a bit and grasped my legs just above the ankle
bones.  My ass was raised up, waiting for his hand to come down.
Luke stood at my left side and ran his right hand all over my
butt... even touching my exposed bottom-hole and then reaching
between my legs to fondle my dangling balls.  Then it started...
SMACK!  I winced and pitched forward a couple inches, almost
losing my balance.  Luke's left hand steadied me.  His right hand
was caressing the place it had just spanked... maybe for 10 or 15
seconds.  SMACK!... another hard wack of Luke's open palm against
my plump round ass cheek, followed by more gentle fondling.  It
went on like that as I silently counted out the ten times his
hand came down.  Between each was the contrast of his soothing
touch as he stroked my bottom, slid his fingers along and into
the crack, and toyed with the entrance to my hole.

The effect of this spanking was totally different from the three
or four times my mother had taken me over her knee.  Instead of
crying and begging for an end to the agony, I was totally turned
on by it!  The pulsing warmth of my stinging ass was more than
matched by the throbbing erotic heat in my groin.  And though I
winced in pain each time the hand came down, the sensation merged
with the intense sexual arousal I was feeling throughout my body.

I started to rise up after the last spank.  "No," said Luke.
"Stay like that for a minute."

I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he was holding his
forefinger and middle-finger to his mouth and spitting on them.
Then I felt the slippery fingers rubbing around my anus,
producing a feeling unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
I moaned softly as the two spit-slick digits massaged my
exquisitely sensitive anal flesh.  And then one finger slowly
insinuated itself into the clenched muscle.

"Oh gosh!" I gasped, as I felt the fingertip twist into me.
"Oh, yes!"

"You like that, huh?  I figured you would,"  said Luke.  He
brought the two fingers back to his mouth and transferred another
glob of spit to them.  "Push out with your asshole muscle as I
push my finger in it.  You'll love this!"

As the fingers returned to my bottom-hole, Luke's other hand went
to my rigid boy-cock and soft balls, fondling me gently.

"Ahhhhh..." I whimpered as Luke elicited the now-familiar
pleasure from my cock, and continued the totally new sensation at
my anus.  As I unclenched my anal muscle, both fingers pressed
forward.  I winced as my tight asshole adjusted to the thickness,
resisting the impulse to clamp my ass tight.  As the intruding
digits slowly pushed forward, I was nearly breathless with the
marvelous sensations flowing through me... an incredible dose of
erotic stimulation from the combination of being  wonderfully
masturbated, and having two fingers rhythmically fucking back and
forth in my hole.

"Oh!  Oh, yes!  Keep doing that!" I begged.  But instead, Luke
abruptly stopped.

"You're ready for it now,"  he said.  "Lie down on your back.
Spread your legs and lift them up... show me your hole."

I complied instantly and without question, thinking I was about
to get more finger-fucking.  I looped my arms behind my knees and
brought my legs back to my shoulders, blatantly displaying my
rosebud anus.  As I waited, Luke reached for his pants on the
ground and pulled a small plastic bottle of suntan oil from the
back pocket.  He knelt down with his crotch right up against my
bottom, his knees on either side of my hips. He opened the bottle
and  soothed some of the oil onto his boner and more of it around
my asshole, sliding his slippery fingers inside me.

"Hold out your hand," he said, and squirted some oil in my palm.
"Start jackin' off."

"Does that mean... stroking my boner?"  I'd never heard of
jacking off.

"Yeah,  Same thing.  And play with your balls with your other
hand."

Luke was now holding my legs back, splayed wide, freeing my hands
to fondle my ball-sack and begin stroking my stiff penis.  WOW!
What a revelation!  The feeling of my slippery hand on my
circumcised cock was incredible.

"Keep doin' that....  I'm gonna put my boner in your hole.  Since
you're such a bottom-boy, I know you're gonna love it after you
get used to it."

The idea of what he was going to do was just beginning to sink
into my brain as I watched him position his erection.  I stopped
masturbating as I felt his warm, oiled cockhead pressing into me.

"Push out, like you did with my fingers," said Luke, his voice
breathy and excited.

I flexed the muscle open and watched the powerful adolescent
erection push forward... slowly but insistently.  Then, suddenly,
I clamped the muscle shut.  My body was rebelling against the
whole idea, even though my brain wanted to comply.

"OW! OW! Stop!" I  cried.

Luke paused. "Relax Billy. You'll get used to it."

"OK..."  I said cautiously.  And indeed, it felt OK having his
cock-head an inch inside me, not moving.

"I'm gonna push in again," said Luke.  "Open up for me."

I flexed open again and felt a burning sensation as the shaft of
the cock entered... another half-inch... an inch... two inches.
I winced at the sharp discomfort of my anal muscle and tried to
squeeze closed again, but Luke's slippery erection was already
well inside me. I gritted my teeth, determined to give this
masterful boy whatever he wanted of me.

"Oh, man!" he groaned.  "You're so nice and tight!"

In less than a minute, Luke's boner had stopped pressing forward.
I craned my neck to look, and his pubic hair was pressed tightly
against the skin between my anus and balls.

"You gonna be OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," I gasped, looking into his eyes and trying to smile. "I
think so."

"OK. Here goes."  And Luke drew back, until only his cock-head
remained in my tight hole, then glided forward again... faster
this time.  It still burned, but seemed like it wasn't nearly as
bad.  His cock drew back... then plunged forward... several more
times... a little faster each time.  Each time, it got less
uncomfortable... the burning sensation fading.   It was getting
to be... well, not too bad at all!  The tempo of fuck strokes
gradually increased. In a few minutes, Luke was fucking my ass in
a smooth rhythm, and I was finally discovering why he had said I
would like it.  I started masturbating my penis again, and it
pulsed with the most sublime pleasure every time Luke plunged
into me.  The ring of anal muscles now produced a warm glow,
tingling with delightful sensations as the rigid cock-shaft slid
back and forth inside me.  Several times, I clamped down the
muscle again, but now it was for the pleasurable feeling it
brought... and the way Luke obviously enjoyed the tightness.

"Oh yeah, Billy! That feels so good!" said Luke.  His hands
released my legs, letting them rest his shoulders as he leaned
into me.  "You like this, don't you?  You like gettin' fucked",
he told me between ragged breaths.  "Want me to fuck you harder?"

Fucking.  I had heard the word before, as a supremely dirty
curse, but I had no idea it applied to this glorious method of
pleasure-making.  But as Luke's hips began to churn with a hard,
steady rhythm, I knew that I loved being the recipient of this
primal act.

"Yes!  Fuck me!" I gasped, feeling the power of the taboo word.
"Fuck me real good!"

As I redoubled my own masturbation efforts, Luke's cock plowed
into my tight asshole, thrust after thrust.

I entered into a world of pure lust... a place totally new to
me, but in which I was an avid explorer.  I was squealing my
delirious pleasure in a high-pitched soprano voice, but I
couldn't tell you what I said.  I just let the sensations of
ecstacy wash over me... feelings that kept getting stronger
and stronger... pleasure so intense I didn't think I could endure
it much longer.  My groin felt so much pressure... like I
REALLY had to pee and couldn't hold it back any longer.  But I
certainly didn't want it to stop.  And then the whole build-up...
the erotic crescendo... exploded in my first-ever sexual climax.
My penis... my whole body... felt INCREDIBLE!  It was better than
I could ever have dreamed.  I was vaguely aware of the droplets
of almost-clear fluid that sprayed from my penis onto my chest.
I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't care... I just let
it happen... an earthquake of pleasure-spasms rocking my body.

"Oh shit! I'm cummin'," shouted Luke, thrusting as hard and as
fast as he could inside my spasming asshole.

Then he was still, sliding my legs off his shoulders and
collapsing onto me... his chest against mine, both heaving for
breath.  My hand still gripped my throbbing penis, wedged between
Luke's body and mine.

"Oh, man; that was awesome!" he murmured softly, his mouth not
far from my ear.  Then he rolled off me, his softening cock
sliding out of my bottom, and lay beside me on the soft grass.

He wiped at his chest and belly, where some of my cum had gotten
on him.  "You ever cummed before this?" he asked.

"Huh?"

He explained the concept briefly, sufficient for me to connect
the dots in my limited knowledge of human sexuality.

"Wow!" I sighed, in wonder.  "So that's what it was.  And so
your sperm is...."

"Yeah; it's in your ass, where it belongs," he said with a grin.

Luke sat up, reached for his clothing, and began dressing.

"You did good, kid.  You wanna join our sex club?"

"Club?" I asked.

"Yeah.  There's nine of us.  We get together to do sex stuff.
Guys our age and some older guys too."

"You actually want me to join your club?" I asked, unbelieving.

"Sure.  We only got one other real bottom-boy and you'd be a
perfect addition."

"Bottom-boy?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew.

"My cousin Tony... he's the guy who taught me about sex stuff...
he says that when guys like us fool around, some guys love to
suck cocks and get fucked in the ass.  They're called bottom-
boys.  Other guys, like me, just like to do the fucking and have
my boner sucked... so that makes me a top."

"Oh... I guess that makes sense," I said.

"In our club the kid who's a bottom gets all the action he wants,
cause everyone else wants to be a top.  If you join, you can suck
a dick or get fucked just about any time you like... even play
that master and slave game.  But when you join, you can't go
talkin' about it outside the group, cause it'll get us all in
trouble.  OK?"

"I understand.  Yes; I want to join.  So who are the other kids?"

Luke started naming boys I didn't know, indicating their cabins.
Since each cabin grouped boys of the same age, I tallied one 14-
year-old, three at 13, the rest 12 - our age.  Two of the boys
were in our cabin...  Eric and Jimmy.  Eric was as tall as Luke,
and the cabin-mate that he hung out with the most.  But the other
kid....

"Jimmy?" I said in disbelief, thinking of the small shy boy I'd
last seen sitting on his cot reading a book .

"Yeah.  He was letting Eric fuck him, and Eric got me in on the
fun.  That's kinda what started the club.  You'd never guess it
from looking at Jimmy, but he's a horny little slut.  But he'll
probably appreciate having you there to help him out...
especially when all the guys in the club get together."

As we walked back toward the camp, my mind swirled with
thoughts... a bit apprehensive but mostly excited.  No matter what
happened in this last week of camp, it sure would be interesting!

End of Part 1

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- Bill