Bill aka Storyguy

Shy Boy at Summer Camp

Part 1

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 3; just sitting around all day reading and daydreaming. I was a shy boy 3; a loner 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; French oil paintings of the mid-1800s in the 'Orientalist' style 3; 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 3; an interloper in the cabin 3; an object of quiet contempt. There was another shy boy in my cabin 3; Jimmy 3; 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 3; 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 3; taller than me (5'7" [1.70 m] to my 5'1" [1.55 m]), 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 3; 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 3; growing from little-finger size to a plump 2½ inch [6 cm] 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 3; when your dick gets stiff and stands up."

"Oh 3; 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 3; you know 3; 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 3; 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 [2½ cm] longer 3; and even more when you counted the protruding foreskin 3; 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 3; thicker 3; 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 [12½ cm], and the foreskin was now tucked behind the purple-hued cock-head. It was so handsome and powerful 3; 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 3;"

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 3; 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 3; nearly 4 inches [10 cm], 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 3; getting on your knees for me," he said in a sly and insinuating tone.

A million thoughts ran through my brain 3; 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 [2½ cm] 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 3; 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 3; not in a million years!

"Yeah; that's good!" he praised me in a soothing tone. "Now suck it 3; take it in your mouth 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; by a parent 3; a babysitter 3; 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 3; (Oh, yes!) 3; and lie across his bed with his legs dangling over the side 3; (I was feeling all tingly as he said this) 3; his father took off his belt and folded it in half 3; (I realized my penis was totally stiff) 3; and walloped Luke's ass and thighs with full-strength whacks 3; (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 3; 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 3; he's in college 3; 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 [10 cm] rod, I was finally figuring it out 3; 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 3; 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 3; especially of Luke and his beautiful cock.

The next morning, everything seemed to be the same as it had always been 3; 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 3; getting on my knees 3; 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 3; I wanted to feel his impressive cock 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 [10 cm] 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 3; 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 3; it felt good, and I pushed my butt toward him.

"Yeah 3; 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 3; I don't 3; uh 3; 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 3; when your dick gets hard and you feel like you just gotta stroke it 3; What do you think about when it gets that way?"

"Well 3; I 3; It's kind of embarrassing to 3; uh 3;"

"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 3; 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 3; a slave boy in an Arab palace 3; and you were 3; I mean, my master was 3; uh 3; um 3;" I paused, flustered at having revealed that Luke had been the star of my dream.

"Hmmm 3; master-and-slave 3; that's cool!" said Luke. "Tell me more," he said. He stepped closer, reached out, and began fondling my ball-sack 3; 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 3; and by the commanding tone of his voice.

"I was imagining that I was naked, and my master 3; was 3; he was making me 3; uh 3;"

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 3; 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 3; 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 3;" 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 3; 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 3; nice and clean."

I held his foot in my hands, groveling on the ground before him, and caressed it with my tongue 3; 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 3; 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 3; his exquisite pubescent cock 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 [12½ cm] erection still totally rigid and staring me in the face. "That was real good. How 'bout you suck my cock for a while."

"Yes 3;" 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 3; 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 3; my tongue paying homage to it in swirling licks.

"Yeah 3; do it!" said Luke.

My heart felt like it would burst with pleasure. This felt so perfect, so exhilarating 3; playing the role of a slave 3; 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 3; OK?"

"Oh; sorry 3;"

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

"Ahhh 3;yeah!" he moaned. Luke brought his hands to my head. "Take my cock deeper 3; 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 [12½ cm] 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 3; swallow it down 3; try again." I did; more slowly; taking the last inch [2½ cm] 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 3; he pulled back until only his cock-head was in my mouth, and then thrust forward into my throat. Back again 3; 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 3;" I started out timidly. " 3; 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 3; 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 3; even touching my exposed bottom-hole and then reaching between my legs to fondle my dangling balls. Then it started 3; 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 3; maybe for 10 or 15 seconds. SMACK! 3; 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 3;" 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3;" I said cautiously. And indeed, it felt OK having his cock-head an inch [2½ cm] 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 3; another half-inch [1 cm] 3; an inch [2½ cm] 3; two inches [5 cm]. 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 3; faster this time. It still burned, but seemed like it wasn't nearly as bad. His cock drew back 3; then plunged forward 3; several more times 3; a little faster each time. Each time, it got less uncomfortable 3; the burning sensation fading. It was getting to be 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 3; feelings that kept getting stronger and stronger 3; pleasure so intense I didn't think I could endure it much longer. My groin felt so much pressure 3; 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 3; the erotic crescendo 3; exploded in my first-ever sexual climax. My penis 3; my whole body 3; 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 3; I just let it happen 3; 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 3; 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 3;"

"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 3; he's the guy who taught me about sex stuff 3; 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 3; so that makes me a top."

"Oh 3; 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 3; 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 3; Eric and Jimmy. Eric was as tall as Luke, and the cabin-mate that he hung out with the most. But the other kid 3;

"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 3; especially when all the guys in the club get together."

As we walked back toward the camp, my mind swirled with thoughts 3; a bit apprehensive but mostly excited. No matter what happened in this last week of camp, it sure would be interesting!

Part 2

The boy who initiated me into the world of sex (and brought me into the Club) was Luke – a handsome and self-confident 12-year-old who was one of the eight boys in my cabin. As my story resumes, my virginity had just come to a stunning end as Luke had me serve him in ways that should have been humiliating 3; but instead were incredibly arousing and satisfying. Kissing and licking his feet, sucking his cock, rimming his asshole(!), and getting my ass spanked and fucked 3; this introduction to sexuality jump-started my submissive nature and made me realize, even at that early age, that I found my greatest pleasure in being sexually dominated.

As Luke and I came back to the camp property from our encounter deep in the woods, he went off to join his buddies on the basketball court. He didn't come right out and say it, but it was clear he didn't want me tagging along. Being a member of the Sex Club wouldn't help me gain entrance to the 'in-crowd'. Instead, I went to the waterfront to take out a row boat. Being off by myself in the middle of the lake left me free to let my mind take in all that had happened. Floating around, several hundred yards from anyone else, I could fondle my stiff penis without being observed. And I could reach back to touch the sensitive flesh of my well-fucked anus 3; a little sore, but ready to be filled and stimulated again by a warm slippery boner.

I stayed out over an hour, letting my thoughts flow, rowing back in only when I heard the bell ring to signal lunch time. I sat with my cabin mates, and as usual didn't talk to any of them. Whenever I made eye contact with Luke, sitting at the other end of the table, I got a sly, knowing look from him 3; and it made my whole body tingle to imagine what might sexual exploits might be in the future. After lunch, I went back to the cabin. After some initial hustle and bustle of campers getting ready to go off to other things, I was alone again.

As I lay on my cot, I opened the book I was reading – Johnny Tremain, set in Boston during the American Revolution. After a while, my mind began wandering away from narrative, creating kinky and erotic scenarios where none existed in the story. (I imagined 14-year-old Johnny having steamy sex with the other young apprentices 3; Johnny captured by the Redcoats and taken to the private quarters of a British officer with a taste for boys, to be 'interrogated'.) My brain swirled with sexual images, as I imagined being fucked again. Not surprisingly, my penis stiffened in my pants and nagged for direct attention.

I reached down to rub my erection through my pants as I closed my eyes and drifted along on the stream of pleasurable thoughts. Somewhere along the line, my hand ended up inside my underpants, caressing my gloriously erect penis. Just then, the screen door squeaked. I must have jumped a foot [30 cm] in the air, as I jerked my hand away and sat up, trying to hide the boner that was pushing out my shorts. It was Jimmy, the other shy boy in my cabin 3; small of stature like me and just as much of an introverted bookworm. But I had learned that he was also in the Sex Club 3; and that his similarity to me also encompassed being a horny bottom-boy.

He walked over to his cot and sat down, not saying anything, looking over at me with a bemused but enigmatic expression. As I stared back at him, unsure what to say, I saw his hands slide from his knees to his crotch, up along his inner thighs. No words 3; no change of expression 3; but his fingers began rubbing his penis through the material of his pants. I felt my erection pulsing harder as I watched him rub himself. Then he cocked his head a little to the side in a seductive way, and his tongue-tip emerged from his sensuous mouth to brush across his upper lip. God! He really WAS a sexy little slut, just like Luke had said!

"You're gonna be in the Club, huh?" he said in a quite voice. "Luke told me."

I was speechless for a few moments, but then smiled back. "Yeah; and you're in the club too, huh?"

Jimmy just stood up. Glancing back at the door and then at me, he lowered the front of his khaki shorts to display the crotch of his snowy-white briefs (everyone wore white briefs in 1962), with the outline of a small erect penis outlined by the snug material. Then he pulled down the waistband, flashing his pre-pubescent boner for just a second. Before I could even get a good look, his pants were back up. But a sly smile adorned his cute face.

"Wanna go someplace else?" he asked.

"OK," I replied, a little amazed by this turn of events, but excited by the prospect.

"I know a good place 3; the storage shed past the dining hall."

I nodded. And without another word, we headed out. It took only a few minutes, and it was a good place for the kind of activities that Jimmy obviously had in mind. It was an old wooden building, unlit except for light streaming in from knot-holes and gaps between the rough wall boards. We moved through an unorganized assortment of camp supplies, some new, others well-used. Jimmy led me to the back, next to a stack of old cot mattresses. We stood close together, silent, facing each other. Despite the dimness, I could see him clearly enough once my eyes adjusted. I could hear his breathing, but the sound was almost drown out by the thumping of my heart.

"You ever fool around with your friends back home?" he asked quietly.

"Uh 3; I don't really have any friends back home," I said, honestly revealing my loner status. "And I've never seen another boy's 3; uh, d-dick before yesterday, when Luke showed me his. But I did a bunch of sex-stuff with Luke this morning."

"Tell me about it?" he said. A gentle request; not a command.

For some reason the words just spilled out of me, and I told Jimmy everything, describing in detail what Luke and I had done a few hours before 3; even the part about rimming Luke's asshole. And as I described the experience of being fucked by Luke's virile 5-inch [12½ cm] boner, I was reliving the sensations 3; the initial discomfort, and then the intense satisfaction. And I related the mind-blowing avalanche of pleasure I had experienced when I masturbated my rigid penis to orgasm for the first time in my life – even sending forth a small spray of semen.

"How about you?" I asked as my thoughts came back to reality. "You done much sex stuff before you came here?"

"Yeah," he replied with a grin. "A bunch." He let it go at that, leaving my intense curiosity unsatisfied. But at the next moment he made up of it, as I felt his hand press against my crotch.

"Let's get naked!" he said in an excited whisper.

"Yeah!" I answered.

A narrow shaft of light, slanting in from the side, partially illuminated Jimmy as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head, exposing his slender, immature torso. He saw me staring, and he slowed his stripping, stretching out the time it took to unbuckle his belt, pop the snap, and lower the zipper. He pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them as they fell to his ankles. Now he was wearing just his snug briefs, which almost glowed in the dimness, and his half-hard penis pushed at the material. He started to sway to an unheard song as his hands glided all over his body 3; his chest, his belly, his thighs and ass 3; and across the front of his underpants. Gosh! He was so seductive! I was vaguely aware of the concept of 'strip tease', from references on TV and in movies, and Jimmy's movements sort of reminded me of that.

Jimmy turned around and moved this butt in the same swaying dance, still to the rhythm of unheard music. The sight of his slender round ass stretching out his form-fitting underwear was intoxicating. And when he lowered the waistband to reveal his smooth, pale globes, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. Jimmy's underpants slid all the way down his legs, and he stepped out of them. Completely naked, he slowly turned around, still doing his sexy dance. His little boner was beautiful! Shorter than mine, as long and plump as a man's thumb, and circumcised like mine. Jimmy's balls were in a soft loose sack that didn't hang very low. The way he was touching himself as I stared was like a brazen invitation for me to feel him 3; to suck him.

"Now you strip," he said.

I practically fell over in my rush to comply, neither patient nor talented enough to do the sensuous stripping dance like he had. But in a minute, we were face-to-face 3; completely nude, breathing raggedly. Without being touched, my penis was rigidly hard, and I showed it off as exciting feeling rushed through me.

"You look really nice," he said.

"You do too," I answered. "Do you wanna 3;" I was still too shy to completely voice my desire, but I moved a step closer to him. He stepped toward me too, and we were a foot [30 cm] apart. We read each other's mind, as my right hand touched his cock at the same moment his right hand touched mine. Oh, man! His penis was so warm and stiff 3; so sexy. And his fingers, gliding along my shaft and fondling my balls, felt exquisite! We were so much alike 3; in height and build; in temperament; in the appearance of our straining boy-cocks; and in our eagerness to please each other and be pleasured in return.

We both made happy little gasps and moans of boy-lust as we began masturbating each other, all alone in our secret hiding place.

Jimmy brought his left hand to my skinny chest, sliding along my skin, toying with my nipples in his fingertips. I looked down and saw the tiny nubs standing out hard in their dime-size circles of tan skin. I had noticed my nipples get like that from being cold, but never before from a pleasurable touch. Then his free hand moved up along my shoulder to my neck. His fingers tickled the short hair on the back of my head. He brought his mouth close to my face, as if ready to whisper a secret. But instead, his lips brushed my cheek 3; a gentle kiss. Then he retreated a bit, looking into my eyes to gauge my reaction. It must have been plain that I liked it, because his face lit up in a big smile, and he kissed my cheek again and hugged me, releasing his grip on my cock. I let go of his too, and we held each other in an increasingly fierce embrace, our boners rubbing together urgently as our bodies undulated against each other.

The feel of his soft cheek against mine was so wonderful that I thought my heart would burst. Then I wondered if he might kiss me again 3; on my lips. I'd never done it before – never even considered it – having been brainwashed to "know" that boys can never kiss each other. But now I wanted it; I wanted this forbidden "queer" thing so badly! Ah, but I was too shy to take the initiative.

My mind didn't dwell long on wanting to be kissed 3; not with all the other wonderful things that were happening. The waves of warm pleasure kept flowing through my entire body as we hugged. Jimmy guided us both down onto the musty mattresses, and I was totally compliant in taking his direction. We lay in each other's arms, our boners sword-fighting like crazy, as we rolled one atop the other, changing top and bottom positions like wrestlers in a competition.

As I was laying on my back with Jimmy straddling my body, grinding his boy-cock into mine, he paused for a moment with a sly look on his face. "Luke said you like kinky stuff," he said, matter-of-factly, as his boner nudged against me.

"Kinky?" I asked, unfamiliar with the word.

"You know 3; getting spanked; pretending you're a slave 3; that's what Luke told me."

"Oh; yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he knew. "I guess that's kinda weird, huh?"

"No; it's cool. I have kinky fantasies too."

"Really?" Gosh! Maybe I'd found a soulmate. "Like what?"

"Well, I guess I should start at the beginning and tell you about my brother." Jimmy proceeded to relate his story – about his brother, 4 years older than he, with whom he shared a bedroom and to whom he seemed utterly devoted. He told me how, ever since he could remember, he would often end up in his brother's bed, whether scared by a bad dream or by thunder, seeking warmth in the winter, or just wanting to snuggle 3; how brotherly hugs and innocent kisses and caresses had gradually evolved to more intimate play 3; 'penis play' they had called it. How pajamas were routinely shed for the games of rubbing naked boy-bodies together 3; how the onset of his brother's puberty, three years ago, had led them into a whole new realm of bedtime fun. By the age of 11, Jimmy had become well-accustomed to masturbating his brother to a spurting orgasm, sucking his cock, and being fucked. And Jimmy seemed unashamed that his brother invited friends to join in the fun 3; having group action in which Jimmy's mouth and ass were the center of attention. In fact, he seemed to love it!

"I really like it when I'm sucking one guy while another is fucking me," he said. "And I have fantasies about that kind of stuff all the time." His face brightened up even more when he told me: "My brother is on the varsity lacrosse team at his high school, and one time after school I was watching him practice, and he let me come back to the locker room afterwards. I saw all the teenage athletes walking around in jock strap and getting naked to go into the showers. So anyway, I have these fantasies about going into the showers with them, and 3; you know, 'doing' them all. Having 25 guys cum in my mouth or my ass, or jacking off all over my naked body as I kneel in front of them. It gets me so horny thinking about it!"

"Oh, man!" I sighed, feeling his excitement.

"So tell me about your fantasies, OK?" he asked.

I told him about the books I'd read on slavery in ancient Greece and Rome, and in the medieval Islamic world 3; about imagining myself as a naked boy-slave being sold at auction or serving a master in a grand palace, required to remain nude all the time; about the Barbary Pirates of North Africa and enslaved cabin boys from American or European ships; about slaves having to wear collars around their neck 3; metal ones to which a chain would be attached or more symbolic leather ones, like a dog collar; and, yes, about getting spanked or whipped while courtiers of the palace watched and laughed at my fate.

"That's so neat!" he said. "I can think of some guys in the Club who will want to be your master. Maybe I could be a slave too! Would my belt work as a slave-collar? Wanna try it?"

"Yeah!" I happily replied. This was great having him share my fantasies.

He went over to his pants, in a pile on the floor, and pulled the inch-and-a-half [4 cm] wide belt out of the loops. Slipping it around his neck and guiding it through the buckle, he wrapped it around again and tucked in the tail.

"Now I'm a slave!" he crowed joyfully. "Tell me what to do!"

"OK," I said as I stood up. I thought about what I had done with Luke that morning, and about my fantasies over the past year or so. "Bow down to me, slave," I said in a haughty voice. "Kiss your master's feet." He obeyed without hesitation. "Now suck my toes."

Jimmy pursued the role-playing game with enthusiasm, apparently feeling the same excitement I always attached to my submissive fantasies. For me, playing the role of the master wasn't at all difficult, because I had imagined such a character giving me orders so many times. And the feeling of his lips and tongue, sucking and licking at my toes, one at a time, was extraordinary!

"Now suck my cock, slave. And it better be good, or I'll spank your worthless ass." He looked up at me with a big smile on his face. Now Jimmy was in his element. He told me later that he had sucked his brother's dick hundreds of times over the past few years, and sucked off his brother's friends many dozens of times.

WOW! What an incredible feeling! His warm wet mouth descended on my 4-inch [10 cm] erection with an urgent hunger. He dispensed with subtle preliminaries and went straight to the task of imparting intense stimulation to my straining cock. It felt so awesome the way his lips and tongue aggressively worked along my entire boner, racing up and down the whole shaft, time after time, taking it all to the hilt. Then he started concentrating on just the glans, licking and sucking so thoroughly that I was practically jumping out of my skin from total sensory overload. I actually had to make him stop, because it felt so intense.

I gently pushed his head away from my over-stimulated penis. "Stand up, slave, and put your hands behind your head. I need to give you a good examination to see if I want to buy you." Jimmy stood before me, his face flushed with excitement, and I ran my hands all over his body, concentrating (of course) on his stiff boy-cock and immature balls. "Now get on your hands and knees on the mattress," I ordered. He faced away from me and got down on his forearms and knees, raising his ass up for my inspection. His white, skinny bottom was so cute! And the puckered pink hole flexed open as my fingertip brushed against the tender flesh. My finger probed into the hole, and Jimmy pushed his butt back against it. Oh, man! This was so taboo 3; so exciting! Hmmm 3; I wondered if I'd fuck him sometime, as Luke had done to me earlier. But I had a higher priority for our slave-play.

"Want me to spank you?" I asked.

"Uh 3; I guess I'll try it," he said cautiously.

I brought my hand back and smacked his ass cheek sharply, like I would want to receive. "Ouch!" he yelped; but he didn't tell me to stop. I slapped his ass again 3; and a third time 3; a fourth.

"That's enough!" he said abruptly. "I think maybe I don't want to do that after all 3; Do you wanna be the slave now?"

"Sure!" I said.

Jimmy took the belt off his neck and secured it around mine in the same fashion.

"So what should I make you do?"

"Whatever you want," I said.

He got right to the point. "Lick my bottom hole!" he said in an excited high-pitched voice. Laying on the mattress on his back, he pulled his legs back to display his anus. The place where my finger had been a few minutes before would now be hosting my tongue. It looked clean enough, and I had already done it to Luke that morning, so it wasn't as much of a leap this time.

My hands caressed his smooth, flawless ass cheeks and then spread them apart. Right before my eyes, the pink circle winked open for a second.

"Lick it, slave!" he said with a giggle. "Shove your tongue into my asshole!"

Oh God; YES! I lowered my face into the cleft of his ass, extended my tongue-tip straight at the taboo flesh, and pushed into the circle of muscle as it flexed open. At first I bobbed my head so that my tongue was actually fucking the hole 3; then pressed my mouth close as I moved my tongue all around, grinding it into his trembling hole. My nose nuzzled Jimmy's ball-sack, and as I inhaled the light musk of his boy-scent, my tongue tasted the earthiness of his anal passage. Jimmy's moans of pleasure echoed in my ears, prompting me to give him an even more vigorous tongue assault. Twisting my head from side to side, extending my tongue farther, burrowing deeper, feeling the flexing and spasming muscles of Jimmy's buttocks 3; this act which should have been degrading for me was actually a hugely enjoyable and stimulating treat.

I had been doing it non-stop for several minutes when my tongue just plain got worn out. As I paused, Jimmy's hands came on either side of my head and guided me to his balls.

"Suck them," he murmured.

I licked the silky soft skin and took one of the nuggets between my lips, tonguing it and then sucking it into my mouth. My lips and tongue explored the plump marble, then I sucked in both.

"Yeah 3; nice!" he sighed.

As the pre-pubescent nuts rolled around on my tongue, my eyes were fixed on the beautiful boy-cock that was standing up in rigid erection. I wanted so much to take it into my mouth. And finally, Jimmy gave me my wish.

"Blow me, slave! Suck my boner!" he commanded.

I devoured the delightful 3-inch [7½ cm] rod of warm flesh, sliding my lips down the entire shaft in an instant. It fit my mouth so much easier than taking Luke's considerably-larger cock. As Jimmy squealed with pleasure, I made every effort to give him as good a suck as he had given me. His boyish stiffy felt so good in my mouth 3; so perfect 3; that I felt I could worship it with my lips and tongue forever.

Remembering how I had scraped Luke's cock with my teeth, I was careful not to let it happen with Jimmy, and I think I succeeded. I served him with a single-minded dedication, running my mouth hungrily up and down the plump little shaft 3; tonguing the slender cock-head 3; tickling the tiny piss-slit 3; all the while moving my hands around his ass cheeks, his bottom-hole, and his adorable ball-sack.

Jimmy's hands rested on my head as I sucked, stroking my short hair. Gradually, his hands began to subtly choreograph my movements, letting me know when to lick at his glans, and when to move my lips up and down the shaft. And then his hips began to move 3; just little nudges at first, then increasingly forceful thrusts of his hips. He was REALLY liking it!

It wasn't long before Jimmy started 'getting the feeling', and he vocalized his pleasure with coos and moans and whines in his high boy-voice. This encouraged me to re-double the intensity of my oral attentions, anxious for him to have a great orgasm. And sure enough, my efforts were successful.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! 3; I'm gonna 3; I'm gonna cum! 3; Keep going! Oh, yes! Suck me! Oh! OH! OHHHHH!!!" His body went totally rigid and he stopped breathing, as his boy-boner pulsed spasmodically against my tongue and lips. No semen emerged, but he had a killer orgasm nonetheless.

He pushed my head off his penis and gasped for breath, and I watched up-close as the purple-red erection visibly throbbed. Then to my surprise, Jimmy pushed my head back down.

"Do it more!" he pleaded in a needy voice. "Give me another cum!"

Well 3; sure! I went at it again, resuming the full-tilt stimulation that had gotten him off the first time. Jimmy's lithe body was squirming all around now 3; he was already at a level of intense arousal, and he wasn't far from peaking again. My jaw and tongue were getting tired and cramped, but I kept going at the same break-neck pace. And in a couple more minutes, I was rewarded by his pleasure noises again.

"Ah! Ah! AH! AHH!! AGHHH!!!" His ecstasy seemed absolute as his cries of pleasure echoed through the shed.

I rolled over onto the mattress, as exhausted as Jimmy seemed to be. So I could hardly believe my ears when I heard: "Could you give me just one more? Please?!"

"Can't do it!" I pleaded. "I'm worn out."

"OK. I understand," he said. "I guess I was getting a little greedy 3; but you were fantastic! Thanks!" He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Can you keep getting the feeling like that if someone keeps sucking you?" I asked. I was still so naive about sexuality.

"My brother has been sucking me for a long time 3; as long as I've been sucking him 3; and he's really good at giving me three or four in a row. One time he even did seven in a row 3; at least that's what he says. I wasn't counting."

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"But I won't be able to do that for long, 'cause it doesn't work anymore once you grow up enough that the white stuff squirts out when you cum. You said you can shoot cum, right?"

I nodded. Later, I would contemplate how I had missed out on a special sexual treat, sequential pre-pubescent orgasms, having discovered sex just as me puberty arrived.

We got dressed and exited the shed, after peeping out first to be sure we weren't noticed. As we walked through the camp, Luke spotted us and intersected our path, pulling us aside before we got to our cabin.

"Hey! I've been looking all over for you!" he said in a voice lowered to a near-whisper. "I was talking to some of the other guys in the Club, and they want to get together with both of you this afternoon. Wanna fool around? It'll be me and Tommy Ballantine and Bart Winston and Jack Moore."

The names meant nothing to me 3; none of them were in my cabin. But Jimmy certainly seemed to be interested.

"Yeah; definitely!" he said. "You're comin' too, Billy 3; right?"

"Well 3; sure!"

Then Jimmy leaned close to Luke, stood on tip-toes, and whispered something in the taller boy's ear. They both looked over at me, Luke whispered something back, and Jimmy whispered something more.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, just giving Luke some ideas to make the fooling-around session more fun," said Jimmy. Then turning back to Luke, he asked, "When are we gonna do it, and where?"

"The other guys have already headed up to the campfire spot back past the tennis court. You two go on up now, and I'll join you when I get that stuff."

"What stuff?" I asked, frustrated at being left out of some secret.

"You'll see," said Luke.

Jimmy and I didn't stop at the cabin, but went straight to the trail that led away from camp property. On the way, he told me about the three members of the Sex Club we'd be meeting there. Tommy and Jack were 13-year-olds. Bart was 14. Jimmy described each one, focusing on their bodies (all were well-built athletic boys) and their sexual appetites (all seemed to be sexually dominant 'alpha males'). He gleefully assessed the size of their cocks, amount of pubic hair, and (an important element for Jimmy) whether they were good at fucking 3; atop Jimmy, that is. It was clear that he thought the oldest boy – Bart – was the prime stud of the three.

"So are they nice guys?" I asked.

"Yeah; they're OK. They're kinda rowdy and like to have fun, but they aren't mean or anything. Sometimes they 3;" He hesitated for a moment, and apparently decided not to say what he was thinking. "No; they're OK guys 3; and I think they're REALLY sexy."

As we came to the clearing, Jimmy held his finger to his lips to keep me from talking and we walked slowly and quietly. Up ahead we saw three figures standing together in a loose circle. They all had their pants at their knees, slowly stroking their hard cocks! Jimmy whispered to me who was who. I vaguely recognized them all. Wow! Jimmy wasn't kidding about Bart 3; his boner must have been 7 inches [18 cm]!

Jimmy and I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the older boys jacking off 40 feet [12 m] away, as we whispered and giggled between ourselves. We were noticed after a minute or two, and the two 13-year-olds quickly pulled up their pants as we approached. Bart, however, kept stroking his whopper 3; no doubt noticing that Jimmy and I couldn't keep our eyes off it.

"Where's Luke?" said Tommy. "He said he was coming when he found you two faggots."

Hmmm 3; 'faggots'. That didn't sound too friendly to me!

"He'll be here in a minute," said Jimmy. "I guess you already know that Billy here is in the Club."

"Yeah; Luke told us all about him," said Jack. Let's do the initiation right now. We don't need to wait for Luke 3; he already got it on with the new kid this morning."

Initiation?

"Yeah! Let's strip him!"

All of a sudden, all three older boys were on top of me, wrestling me to the ground, pulling off my clothing. My automatic reaction was to struggle against them, which only made them more enthusiastic. Part of me LOVED what was happening, but that part of my brain was overwhelmed by the instinctive impulse to resist.

As I lay pinned on my back, Bart was at my head, holding down my elbows in his strong hands. The other two had a leg each, and were yanking down my elastic-waist shorts and white underpants. I looked at Jimmy for help, but he just stood there, looking on, a smile on his face!

It all happened so fast! My shorts and briefs were off in moments, and my tee-shirt was pulled over my head soon after, as I thrashed around helplessly, my barely-pubescent penis flopping around from side to side. Then their hands went to my dick and balls, feeling me up, making my penis stiffen to a boner despite my resistance.

"Jimmy 3; strip and get on top of him," said Bart. "Hump him."

I looked again at Jimmy. What was this all about? Instead of doing anything to help, he was taking off his clothes 3; stripping nude! As I lay there, spread-eagled, Jimmy kicked his underpants off to the side and knelt between my legs.

"It's just a game, Billy," he murmured to me. "Relax!"

Then his small, slender body slithered on top of mine, caressing me with his hands, pushing his crotch against mine 3; just like we were doing in the shed. I stopped struggling, though the big-boys didn't relax their grips.

"That's it," he whispered in my ear. "It's just the initiation into the Club. Besides, isn't this the kind of thing that gets you horny?"

In an instant, I knew he was right. It was so weird 3; I went from struggling and scared to being submissive in the blink of an eye. The other boys were making crude remarks about Jimmy and me 3; calling us faggots 3; saying that we were boyfriends and should kiss each other 3; that we should '69' – a term which was unknown to me. In spite of the humiliating comments, the feeling of Jimmy's naked body on mine was making me totally aroused.

And then it happened 3; Jimmy's mouth pressed against mine 3; and I pressed back. We were kissing. The groans and cat-calls of the teenagers blurred into background noise as Jimmy's soft, full lips parted and his tongue slipped through. Oh, God! My tongue met his 3; cautiously at first, then with increasing hunger. The boys' hands released my arms and legs, and I folded them around Jimmy's lithe young body. We were making out! French kissing! Just like teenage lovers in the park near my house or movie stars on the big screen. Jimmy was teaching me how to kiss, without having to say a word 3; using the extraordinary instruction of his lips and tongue. That, combined with the stimulation of our erections grinding together, was making me feel incredible!

When Jimmy finally raised his mouth away from mine, I felt slightly shell-shocked. Then the voices of the boys standing above us intruded on my consciousness again.

"Suck each other! Let's see you two fag-boys doing 69!"

Jimmy whispered in my ear, "Just follow what I do."

And then he flipped his body around so his crotch was above my face, and his mouth was nuzzling my rigid boner. As Jimmy's lips enveloped my cock, I cupped my hands around his ass cheeks and drew his stiff penis down to my waiting mouth. Jimmy rolled us over onto our sides, and we settled into comfortable positions, snuggled together, going to town sucking each other.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the other boys. They were opening their pants, pulling out their cocks, and stroking themselves as they stood above us. This was so incredible! Teenagers masturbating their nearly-mature boners while they watched me and Jimmy sucking each other.

Then one of the boys said, "Hey; here comes Luke! Wonder what he's got in that knapsack?"

Jimmy and I scrambled to our feet, our stiffies all red and glazed with each other's saliva.

"You got started without me!" said my handsome cabin mate in a mock-angry voice. "I brought some stuff that'll liven up our session." He reached into the canvass knapsack. "Recognize this?"

"Is that Rex's collar?" asked Jack.

"You guessed it," said Luke. Rex was the camp director's German Shepherd dog. "Old Rex didn't mind a bit when I took it off him. And now it's going on our little friend Billy here. Like I was telling you guys, Billy gets off on being a slave; and slaves are supposed to wear a collar." He held it out to me. "So put it on, slave."

I was filled with an amazing swirl of emotions. But the shame and embarrassment I was feeling was being overwhelmed by the incredible lust coursing through me. I reached for the dog collar and fumbled a little trying to secure it without being able to see. Jimmy helped me out, finishing the job of turning me into an authentic-looking slave. I was completely naked, but except for the metal-studded brown leather collar.

"And of course, if you have a collar 3;" said Luke, as he reached into the pack and pulled out a 6-foot [1.80 m] leather leash. It had a spring-latch on the end, which Luke hooked onto a metal ring on the collar. "Since I brought the slave stuff, I claim first dibs at being the master." And he pulled on the leash, making me move closer to him.

Luke looked me up and down, appearing pleased by the symbols of submission that I now wore. "First thing, slave, you're gonna be my dog. Get down and walk around on your hands and feet."

I felt a rush of excitement. I got down on my hands and knees, but Luke said "No; not on your knees 3; hands and feet." I raised my rear end up in the air. Luke gave a tug on the leash, and I awkwardly moved forward on all fours.

"Faster!" he ordered, and gave my bottom a slap with the end of the leash that he held. I obeyed instantly, trotting around in a circle like a hunchback pony.

"Now go over to that tree," he said. When I did, he said something that I'll always remember. "Lift your leg and pee against the tree like a dog." All the other boys, Jimmy included, laughed uproariously at Luke's audacity and at my humiliating submissive obedience.

I lifted my right leg up and willed my erect penis to allow the pee to flow. But instead of hitting the tree, the first spay of urine hit me square in the face! They all laughed even harder as I mumbled a curse under my breath. At the same time, though, I was licking my lips and tasting my pee for the first time. (It wouldn't be the last time!)

"You can use your hand to aim," said Luke, taking mercy on me.

I must have looked like ridiculous, crouching down with my weight resting on one hand and one foot, with my other leg raised and my other hand directed my penis to the side, letting loose a stream of piss against the tree. What I didn't expect was for Luke to reach around me and put his hand into the flow, just before I ran dry. Moving around in front of me, he held his hand in front of my face.

"Lick it clean, slave," said Luke.

The chorus of teenage voices rang in my ears. "Oh, man!" "Ew, gross!" "I bet he won't do it!"

This was one of those 'perfect convergence' moments for me – embarrassment and reluctance combined with erotic excitement and submissive thrills. I extended my tongue and lapped at the warm slightly-bitter fluid on his palm. There wasn't that much, and I found myself wanting more. I licked Luke's hand like a real dog would have, and then I waited for my next command.

"Got any more stuff in your pack?" asked Bart.

"Well, there's this 3;" said Luke with a grin. He reached in and pulled out a jar of vaseline. "Time for our two bottom-boys to show us what they can do. What say we double up on them for some fucking and sucking?"

"I get to fuck Billy," said Bart, as he stroked his man-size prick and reached for the vaseline. I was a little scared of its size, but then my anus tingled as I thought of it being filled with this hot teenage meat.

"And I get him for a blow job!" said Tommy, stripping out of his clothes to show off his strong adolescent body. The 13-year-old had a handsome cock, with nice bush of pubic hair. My mouth started watering in anticipation, and I unconciously licked my lips.

The End (for now)