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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 15:26:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shy Boy At Summer Camp - Part 2

Shy Boy at Summer Camp - Part 2
- By Bill

I was 12 years old; sent away for a 2-week stay at summer camp.
The camp was surprisingly lax in letting campers do whatever
activity they wanted -- or do nothing at all -- and not keeping
track of them during the day.  During my first week, pretty much
the only thing I did was keep to myself and read the books I had
brought.  The second half of my stay at camp couldn't have been
more different.  I found myself at the center of some amazing
sessions of boy-sex... playing out my submissive fantasies while
satisfying the lust of a group of fellow campers who were members
of a secret Sex Club.

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... 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... 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... 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... 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...  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 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...
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...
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... no change of expression... 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... 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... I don't really have any friends back home," I said,
honestly revealing my loner status. "And I've never seen another
boy's... 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 ... even the part about rimming Luke's asshole.
And as I described the experience of being fucked by Luke's
virile 5-inch boner, I was reliving the sensations... 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... his chest, his belly, his thighs and
ass... 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... 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... 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..."  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 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... so sexy.  And his fingers, gliding along my
shaft and fondling my balls, felt exquisite!  We were so much
alike... 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... 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... 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... 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... getting spanked; pretending you're a slave... 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...  how brotherly hugs and
innocent kisses and caresses had gradually evolved to more
intimate play... "penis play" they had called it.  How pajamas
were routinely shed for the games of rubbing naked boy-bodies
together...  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... 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... 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... 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... 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 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 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... so exciting!
Hmmm... 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... 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... and a third time... a
fourth.

"That's enough!" he said abruptly.  "I think maybe I don't want
to do that after all....  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... 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... 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... 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 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... so perfect... 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... tonguing the
slender cock-head... tickling the tiny piss-slit... 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... 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!... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!... 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... 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... 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... 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... as long as
I've been sucking him... and he's really good at giving me three
or four in a row.  One time he even did seven in a row... 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... none of them were in my cabin.
But Jimmy certainly seemed to be interested.

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

"Well... 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... 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...."  He hesitated
for a moment, and apparently decided not to say what he was
thinking.  "No; they're OK guys... 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... his boner must
have been 7 inches!

Jimmy and I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the older
boys jacking off 40 feet 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... 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... "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... 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... 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...
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... 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... 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... calling us faggots... saying that we were boyfriends and
should kiss each other... 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... Jimmy's mouth pressed against mine... 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... 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... 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..." said Luke, as he reached
into the pack and pulled out a 6-foot 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... 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..." 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.

End of Part 2.

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- Bill