Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 12:43:20 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Terry, The Early Years (T/B, DOM, ORAL)

TERRY, THE EARLY YEARS (T/B, DOM, ORAL)
BY:  MOORE

This is the story of a boy who, thanks to his step-brother,
became a faggot, slut, cocksucker.

Part 4

Terry was going to an all boys sports day camp about thirty
minutes from home.  Sitting on the camp bus he was excited
about camp.  He was also excited about sucking Tony's cock
again.  The taste of Tony's cum was still in his mouth from
the morning blow job and his little boy penis was erect in
his shorts.

Unseen chemical changes were taking place in Terry's body,
the onset of puberty and sexual maturity, all quite normal
in a boy his age.  However, certain emerging neurological
pathways and over developing pleasure center in Terry's
brain, caused by the early and intense release of his sex
hormones, was far less normal.  Terry's physiological and
psychological makeup was being unalterably influenced.

"Hi, I'm Bobby Stone.  What's your name?"

Terry looked at the boy who sat down next to him and said,
"My name's Terry Stein. You been to camp before?"

"Nope, my first time.  How 'bout you?"

"My first time too."

Bobby asked, "How old are you? I'm eleven."

"I'm eleven too", Terry said. "We'll be in the same group."

The two boys talked about sports and the school they went to
until they arrived at camp and joined the rest of the campers
already seated in the cafeteria.

Stan Johnson, watersports director, surveyed the 100 or so
boys seated in front of him and smiled inwardly.  Good looking
boys he thought.  I'll have 'em naked soon enough.

Stan had another year to go to finish his college degree.
A phys-ed major with a minor in psychology, Stan's goal was
to coach high school football.  Football was his second love.
Stan's first love was boys.  The smell.  The feel.  The look
of a naked boy kneeling at his feet..... it was a matter of
regaining the power and control his own father had taken from
him growing up.

"OK listen up", Stan called out.  "When I call your name come
to the front for your group assignments."

Thirty minutes later, the boys were led away by their group
leaders.  Terry and Bobby, in the 10 to 12's, followed their
group leader, Mark, to begin the day's activities.  Stan took
the 7 to 9's, the youngest group, and their group leader to the
pool complex.

"Since this is an all boys camp", Stan began.  "Campers do
not wear bathing suits in and around the pool area.  Hang up
your clothes in the lockers and report back here."

Stan had uncanny abilities of persuasion.  He could persuade
people to accept his ideas as their own.  Often times, he
could persuade people to not merely do things that they
wouldn't ordinarily do -- act against their will, but persuade
them that they wanted, needed to do and act as Stan wanted.
Like his college roommate freshman year.  Within two weeks,
Stan had the kid, who thought he was a macho stud, on his
knees perfecting his previously unknown talent and desire to
suck cock.  Each evening the kid would kneel at the foot of
his bed and wait for Stan to plug his mouth.  By winter break,
the kid had yielded to Stan's suggestion and became the dorm's
cocksucker.  Stan enjoyed watching the kid on his knees,
naked, sucking dick.  A bunch of guys with hard dicks would
stand around waiting for their turn to use the cocksucker.
The impatient ones would jerk off on the kid's face and leave.
Watching the kid being used made Stan feel better about his
own abusive childhood.

It had been easy to convince the camp's owner that no bathing
suits would be a good policy.  No wet suits to deal with.
Better for the pool's filtration system.  He would find out
today if his most recent project, the first year counselor
Mark, was ready to be used.

As the little naked boys regrouped around Stan he said, "Come
closer so you can all hear me."  He loved to watch them rub
up against each other.  "I want each of you to pick a buddy
so you can watch out for each other when you're in the pool.
Remember, safety first.  No running or pushing.  Take your
buddy's hand and follow your group leader to the pool."

Stan sat back thinking as the innocent looking youngsters
walked off to the pool.  When I was that age my father had
me sucking cock.

Terry was at bat with two outs in the bottom of the ninth,
the score was tied. Bobby, on deck, was urging him on. Terry
wiped the sweat from his face, took his stance, and hit the
next pitch for a game winning homerun.  As he crossed home
plate Mark Called out, "Game over, let's hit the pool."

Laughing and shouting the group of 10 to 12's entered the locker
room.  The noise and the smell of the sweaty boys roused Stan
from his daydream.  "Since this is an all boys camp", Stan
said to the group.  "Campers will not wear bathing suits in
and around the pool area.  Hang up your clothes in the lockers
and report back here."

Stan smiled as the boys began to strip off their sweat
soaked shirts and shorts.  Unlike the first group, Stan knew
there might be some grumbling about his no bathing suit policy.
Some of these boys were probably jerking off by now and they
were concerned about the size of their cocks and if they had
pubic hair.  Stan whispered to Mark, "I'll meet you in the last
stall when these kids are in the pool."

Terry stood next to Bobby as Stan explained pool safety rules
and the buddy system.  The group was clearly uncomfortable
with their nakedness.  Terry alone felt no shame.  He couldn't
tear his eyes away from Bobby's penis as he listened to Stan.
He remembered his promise to Tony not to tell anybody that he
was a cocksucker and that he liked to suck dick, but he had an
erection and an overwhelming urge to kiss Bobby's penis.

Stan didn't fail to notice Terry's little hardon as he finished
his talk. "Follow the rules and there'll be no problems.
OK, hit the pool."

Mark slipped away as the naked boys rushed out to the pool.
Stan waited a minute or two before he slowly made his way to
the bathroom.  He'd been working on the immature 17 year old
during camp orientation, suggesting to Mark he should act upon
the gay thoughts he was having.

"We don't have a lot of time", Stan said to Mark seated on the
toilet in the last stall of the bathroom.  "What'd you want?"

Mark said, "What you said last week about being gay. I'm pretty
sure I want to try."

"Try what?"

"Try um, ah, sucking cock", Mark stammered.

"OK, but you have to do everything I say.  You've never done
this before so we'll take it slow", Stan said lowering his
bathing suit. "Put your hand on my cock and jerk it slowly.
Now rub the head back and forth on your lips.  Spread the
precum around.  Tastes good, right?"

Mark licked his lips and said, "It's ok I guess, but you're
not gonna cum are you?  You'll tell me when you're gonna cum,
ok?  Please don't cum in my mouth."

"Suuure", Stan said slowly. "I'll let you know.  Open your lips
and take the head of my dick in your mouth.  Watch the teeth.
Slide your mouth down as far as you can and suck."

Mark pulled his head back from Stan's dick. "I can't do it
Stan, I'm sorry", he said rushing out of the bathroom stall
to rejoin his group at the pool.

He'll be back, Stan thought as he pulled up his bathing suit.

Terry was helping Bobby with his dead man's float.  The group
had been tested and were practicing their swimming skills.
Terry was supporting Bobby's body, a hand on his chest and a
hand on his thighs.

"You're doing great", Terry said, moving his hands towards the
middle of Bobby's body.  He wanted to touch Bobby's penis and
he was going to do it... as Bobby swallowed a mouthful of water
and stood up coughing and sputtering.

"Let's get a raft", Bobby said regaining his breath.  "You push
me around and then I'll push you."

Bobby lat flat on his back as Terry positioned himself at the
foot of the raft, between Bobby's legs, and pushed off.  Terry
saw nothing except Bobby's little penis resting on his nutsack
as he boosted his upper body on to the raft.  Terry's erection
throbbed as he moved to kiss Bobby's ......

"Lunch",  Mark called out.

"We gotta go", Bobby said rolling off the raft.

Terry made no attempt to hide his tiny erection as he followed
Bobby and the rest of the naked boys out of the pool and into
the lockers to dress for lunch.  The urge to suck cock, to feel
the explosive spasms of orgasmic pleasure his body was learning
to crave did not abate as Terry dressed.

Mark and Stan watched as the locker room emptied.  Mark said,
"I'm sorry about before, Stan.  Please, I'd like to try again."

"Get on your knees", Stan said roughly.  "Take out my dick."

Mark dropped to his knees and exposed Stan's cock.

Stan rubbed his dick around Mark's face.  "No turning back
this time."

"Please Stan, can't we go someplace private.  Somebody could
come in and see."

"See what", Stan said.  "See you on your knees with my dick in
your mouth.  Face it Mark, you're gay.  You were born to suck
dick.  If you want it, beg for it."

"Please, I want to taste... let me suck your cock", Mark said
reluctantly.  "Please I need it in my mouth."

The words were hardly out of Mark's mouth when Stan rammed his
9" dick into his new cocksucker's mouth.  Tears rolled down
Mark's cheeks as Stan grabbed his ears.  "Good cocksucker. Take
it all and suck hard.  Play with yourself while I fuck your
mouth.  Here comes your reward.  Drink every drop of it,
faggot."

Stan unloaded a number of large spurts of cum into Mark's mouth
before he pulled out and wiped his dripping cock across Mark's
face.

"How'd you like sucking on my prick and eating my cum,
cocksucker?"

"Please don't call me a cocksucker", Mark said as he swallowed
the last of the cum in his mouth.  "You promised not to cum in
my mouth, but it's ok, I liked it.  You're cum tastes good, warm
and creamy, but can't I just be gay?"

Stan laughed and said, "Gay?  Yeah you're gay alright.  A gay
faggot cocksucker.  Now clean the cum and spit off my dick.
Lick my balls.  Kiss the tip goodbye and put it away."

"Can I suck you again?", Mark said reaching for Stan's cock
with his mouth.

"Not now cocksucker.  You have to get back to your group. Maybe
one of the campers in your group would like a blow job.  Maybe
I should get a few of the counselors in here.  You could be the
camp cocksucker."

Stan decided to frighten and humiliate the first time cocksucker.
The way his father had forced him into performing humiliating
acts.  "How would you like that Mark?  Camp Cocksucker.  We could
get a sign made to hang around your neck, so everyone will know.
We could sell tickets to watch while you suck off a line of guys.
I know a couple of black guys with really big dicks who would
love to fuck your mouth.  And how about a circle jerk.  All the
counselors could stand in a circle and jerk off on your naked
body. Sound good fag boy?"

Mark was scared and he started to cry,  "You won't tell.  You
wouldn't make me do those things.  Please don't tell anybody
that I um, ah,....."

"That you're a cum drinking cocksucker?  I'll keep your secret
fag boy."  And to himself Stan said, "For now."

"I gotta pee", Bobby said swallowing the last of his lunch.

"Me too", Terry said following Bobby to the bathroom.  He knew
he wouldn't be able to piss with his stiff dick, but he wanted
to see Bobby's cock again and maybe touch it.

"How come your penis sticks out like that", Bobby said as he
pissed into the urinal next to Terry."

"It gets hard sometimes and then I have to jerk off.  Do you
jerk off, Bobby?"

Bobby said, "What's jerk off?"

"It's when you play with your penis and have an orgasm", Terry
said feeling very smart.  "Rub it like this and it feels good.
Here I'll show you."

Terry wrapped his hand around Bobby's hairless penis and began
to stroke it up and down.  Terry's balls began to tingle as
the pleasure center in his brain took control and sought
explosive release.  Every cell in his body cried out to engulf
Bobby with his mouth.

"Somebody's coming", Bobby said as he backed away from Terry,
who was dropping to his knees, and zipped up his shorts.

Terry stood up quickly and tucked his aching dick and balls
into his shorts.  Stan came into the bathroom as Terry followed
Bobby back to the lunchroom.

"That was close", Bobby said.  "So that's jerking off?  It felt
good when you were holding my penis, but how come you got on
your knees?"

"I slipped", Terry said. Not quite ready to admit that he wanted
to suck Bobby's cock.  

The camp day concluded and the boys boarded the bus for the trip
home.  Bobby got up at his stop and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Terry answered, "Yeah, see ya."  He was anxious to get home.
Home to his brother Tony and his cock.