Chapter 10: Summer Break at Camp Sick-a-Fuck (1)

Jim Henderson pulled on his tight muscle tee shirt which accentuated his pecs and hard nipples, and pulled his gym shorts up over his bulging jock strap and muscular ass globes. He smiled at himself in the mirror. Twenty five years old and what a fucking hunk! He loved the way his big fat dick pushed the crotch of the shorts out. The sexy cunts were getting wet panties looking at him, and even though any girl wanted him, Jim was only interested in boys.

He knew it since he could think off, he knew it since his dick got hard and spewed it’s first hot load, and he had not been careful about it, so his stepdad found out as Jim was only 12. The innocent boy’s life had turned into a living hell ever since, and as he ran away from home, right after his stepfather had belted his ass for the umpteenth time, he had changed forever.

The boy had already grown into a sexy young man, his dick had been already 9 inches, and the fact he had a angelic face with a mop of blond hair enraged his stepdad only more. The man, a fundamentalist preacher, could not take the boy’s sinful ways, and after 3 years of preaching, locking the boy into his room, or giving him a good whooping the man was glad that the boy ran away.

Jim lived in the streets for a year before the police arrested him for loitering and prostitution, and the honorable Judge Buford Burdette sent him to the well known Biggelow Dickson School of Performing Arts. Anyone knew he was always sending his younger delinquents to the school for correction, since he was a goodhearted man with only the best intentions, and he was right. No young man found his way back into the justice system after attending BigDickHigh. And the good Judge usually visited the school every month to make sure the boy’s training was up to standards.

So now, at the age of 25, Jim Henderson was the well respected Head Counselor at the summer camp the school had set up. The Camp, known as “Camp Sycamore” since it was located in a nice valley surround by huge trees, had been founded years ago after some parents asked for a possibility to entertain their boys over summer, since Mommy and Daddy were too busy to attend to a growing boy’s needs.

The camp was doing a splendid job of teaching the boys with fun and games, and the values that the school wanted to impart were emphasized over the summer. The boys that were lucky enough to be sent to the camp came back to school with a deep tan, hard muscles, and the perfectly deepened mindset all graduates of the school aimed for.

They all were taught to be the best scatterbrained fucktoys anyone could wish for. After a summer here, the boys never used the name “Camp Sycamore”. The camp was notorious as “ Camp Sick-a-Fuck” or simply “The Fuck Camp”.

Jim, the young and well built leader of the pack, the Head Counselor of Camp Sycamore, was always looking forward to welcome a busload of young boys the school sent over. The first bus of the year was always full of boys that just had entered the school, boys of at least 15, mostly 16 years of age. Those boys were already broken in somewhat, had attended the classes at school for a few months, but were still not the mindless drones the school usually produced. Jim Henderson, or “Coach Jim” as he liked to be called, loved the task to form those boys, and the fact they all were at the heights of puberty just added to the fun. Their balls were full of overboiling cum, and those raging hormones that lead to all the most seditious and insubordinate patterns of mind games in the boys heads was perfect. Coach Jim was more then experienced enough to see those little signs in a boy.

The boys always idolized him in that boy crush way that kids do. Perfect for taking advantage of them. Not that Jim had to worry about that. He knew his job was a task that needed no hard work, in fact, it was still full of fun and games for him. Before he got his job as Head Counselor at Fuck Camp, some time after he had attended and graduated the school he had been sent to by Judge Buford Burdette, he was working his field in the way he had learned. He was, for awhile, one of the highest paid gay porn stars and escorts, booked by the high ranking members of a well hidden society of perverts. Those men, and in some cases, women, loved the graduates of the school for their good looks and almost unlimited sexual appetite, and Jim was no exception.

Only the fact that he grew too old for the liking’s of those men and women, and the fact they were always looking for new sensations, ended this good life.

At the age of 20, he was out on the streets again, deeply deranged and craving for the most perverted sex like a junkie for the next shot. His mindset was fixed, he either needed to be tied up and worked over by older, powerful men, or he needed his own thrill by abusing younger men and boys.

At 20 or 21, he had to pick up those ripe high school boys in secret and molest them in garages and parks, or offer his own body in the cheap bars of the red light district. Till Judge Burdette was again looking over a folder full of evidence against the young man he had known some years ago.

The Judge had Jim on his knees inside his private office in no time, and the young man proved that the education he had enjoyed at the fullest at Biggelow Dickson School of Performing Arts had not been in vain.

The Judge had offered Jim Henderson probation, if he served as an assistant coach at a summer camp. And now, after four years that had gone by like a breeze, Jim was the Head Counselor at “Camp Sycamore”

Now he had all the fresh young muscle boys that attended the school, and all the ass he wanted.

His right hand man, Billy Jones, was also a graduate of the school, but he had been sent there in the more traditional way. He had been attending the school after his parents had died in a freak car accident and his uncle had enrolled him at Biggelow Dickson School of Performing Arts. Little did he know, the well loved son of loving parents, what would be laying ahead of him. His Uncle had searched the net after he had heard rumors, and after some time and after introducing his well built 15 year old nephew to one member of the school’s board, Billy became a pupil of the school, on a fully paid scholarship.

It took the teachers only a short time to break the formerly misguided youth of his bad habits of secretly admiring young girls, and he turned into a willing member of the schools own little society.

After graduating and performing in the Adult Entertainment Industry for a few years at the prime of his youth, filming several most spectacular films like the blockbuster “Seven Days of Deep Fucks” or “ Billy rides Arabs”, Bill had been asked to work as an assistant counselor at the schools beloved pet project, the Summer camp.

He had been told that he camp was officially called Camp Sycamore, named after the beautiful valley near the school were the camp was established in 2000. But now, more than 20 years later, it was known by insiders as Fuck Camp. Billy himself had spent a few summers at the camp, and it had not spoiled his appetite for young fresh boys. Liberal, really very liberal parents sent their sons there to be fucked! That’s the only way to put it. Parents who loved incest and inter-family fuck fun sent their promising sons there to learn about the birds and bees. All activities were filmed for the loving parents to watch. And at the end of summer, their dear little boys came home from camp as fucked up slutty little perverts. No more chasing the cheerleaders at high school, no more nightmares for the parents about paying off the ending of unwanted pregnancies, the boys coming home were perfect angles, ready to serve their parents in any way.

Don’t get it wrong, the school taught just that, but here, in an informal, relaxed atmosphere, the teachings were even deeper enforced and embedded in the minds of the pubescent boys. A 15 or 16 year old teenager needs constant supervision, and a long summer break at home might ruin a year of hard work at school. The parents, uncles, stepdads of the boys attending school couldn’t have that, and most of them were too busy to supervise the unhinged sex drives of their boys, so Camp Sycamore was set up.

The third leader of the pack and second assistant counselor, Troy Miller, got the job at Fuck Camp when he was caught fucking the 15 year old son of one of the School’s Board Members. The parent had returned home early to find then twenty year old Troy, totally bare assed naked, muscular butt rising and falling as he fucked his nine inch dick into the bald little pussy ass of the man’s beloved son under him. In the boy’s bedroom, full of long forgotten toys, a very new gay porn playing on the huge flat screen, Troy’s pre fuck sprayed the room when he pulled out to face the parent. Teddy bears tumbled from the bed. The youngish looking boy laid there with spread legs, his formerly tiny pussy stretched into a huge gaping pink hole from Troy’s beer can thick dick. Troy had spied on him for some time before he had followed the boy home and sneaked into the house to execute his plan, take the young looking boys virginity. Troy was sure he was heading to prison. Not only had he fucked the little bitch boy in the asscunt, but he had actually broken not only his asshole cherry, but deepthroat fuck his mouth as well. He stood there with his rampant naked dick throbbing and leaking. The young man’s father, instead of turning Troy over to the police, offered him a job! First he sat in a chair at his sons desk and watched as the muscular young man continued to violate his sexy son, then he asked Troy to take a belt to work the round tempting ass and, in the end, the tender young nuts of his screaming and sobbing son. The formerly spoiled little cunt was taught how to properly worship and respect dick. And Troy got a wonderful new job.

And now the three young men walked across the camp grounds of Camp Sick-a-Fuck towards the group of awkward, shy boys standing near the bus which had brought them. The counselors smiled at them and shouted hello. All the boys that had been delivered to stay the summer at Camp Sycamore were sexy, good looking, and mostly well broken in by the staff of BigDickHigh, but still could not help but stare at the huge lumps in the counselor’s tight shorts. Some, more fortunate boys, had been kept innocent by their parents until now, so that the shock of getting fucked at camp would be all the more awesome. Those boys would start school after summer, and got a nice head start.

There were nineteen boys from the age of 15 and 16. All beautiful children of well respected parents. The camp only took beautiful children. The older boys, all students of the school for some time now, would be driven over tomorrow. Enough time to show this first batch the camp, and the ropes.

Jim welcomed them and then launched into his opening speech. The two other counselors stood by his side. They knew he was a little long winded, but it added to his appeal.

“You should all know why you are here. You are very lucky children. You have very liberal, intellectual advanced parents. They want you to be introduced to sex in the most fun and beautiful way possible. Sex is the best thing in the world, and too many people, especially here in America, are terrified of it for their whole lifes. They ruin marriages and relationships because they are afraid of their own sexual urges and desires. We are going to teach you all about sex here at Camp Sycamore. All kinds of sex. Every way of sex. In fact, we call it FUCK CAMP. If you have an adventurous spirit and let yourselves go, you will have the best time of your lives, and you will emerge from this summer as full sexual beings. If you fight the flow, go against us, or resist learning, you will have a rough time of it.”

The three counselors loved the fact that usually a few boys resisted, were harder to break. Those boys were the most fun.

In his mind, Jim was already deciding which of the boys he wanted to fuck first. Maybe that tiny one on the end the line, trying to hide behind one of the more developed boys.

He looked so fucking young. Jim knew all the files of all the boys, and this one, Joey, was small and light for his age, looking much younger than 16.

Jim had read between the lines as he found the strict medical regimen the boy had to go through. Joey was not ill, but his Dad wanted him to look like 12 or 13. Joey was old enough, but still did not hit puberty, and treated like that, he would end up looking like a 12 year old even though he would have the fuckings of a lifetime under his belt when this summer camp ended.

Jim couldn’t wait to hear him scream as his fat dick stretched open his ass cunt and plowed into him until it was battering at his inner ass ring.

He went on to look at the boys he would teach this summer, and the next boy who caught his eye was that boy with the fair hair, looking so delicate and refined. More of a sissy boy than a roughneck. Jim already had decided that the good looking boy needed to be ass fucked in the worst way. He was of Latin descent, and his name was Manuel.

And that other boy, the athletic one with the pouty lips. His name was Brodie, that much Jim already knew about him. His pictures and videos had aroused Jim, but the real boy was off the charts. How good those lips would look wrapped around his dick. Yes, he might go for those three first, while his fellow counselors molested the others.

“Let’s get to know each other. We commune with nature here in a natural state. That means we follow nudism most of the time. I know some of you feel shy about undressing in front of each other, especially about being naked in front of members of the opposite sex, but it is exactly that kind of thing we are going to help you get over. We want you to be free. And, if one of you fears, no, no women around here, this might happen later, at school. For now we are all men, so, how about everybody strip off your clothes for us!”

The “us” were the other counselors, Billy, the tall muscular Nordic type with a ten inch dick, and Troy, a six foot six black man with over twelve inches of dick. Troy had been on the edge of prison as he had already been indicted for raping five young boys he had abducted right after school, but Judge Burdette saw his possibilities and gave him probation, and the last boy’s father had pulled some strings to bring Troy here.

Billy was known all through the New York City area for torturing young boys. He simply needed a means of relaxing after his hard days at the set of his sometimes degrading work as a porn star.

They had the job of Counselors because they were better at fucking than thinking.

The nineteen new boys would indulge in homosexual play lots of the time, since the Counselors were all prime beef and ready to fuck almost around the clock. School had made sure the cameras were everywhere, and filmed only the hottest young men and the best looking boys.

Also, Jim knew that some of the boys would have pretty useless dicks when it came to fucking.

They would be just too insecure and undeveloped as of yet. Some of them would grow a spine and become real hard tops during the summer. Boys grew so much when it came to this. Others would be whimpering pussies, only good to be fucked, deepthroated, or even doublefucked. It all added to the fun.

Jim looked at at the boys, still standing motionless in a row, after his just a few seconds long train of thoughts had ended. He gave them a wide smile.

“Come on kids, don’t be shy now. Get those clothes off. You know your parents and teachers told you to obey us in every thing.”

The dicks of the counselors thickened as the fresh batch of students stripped. Clothing came off until they stood in their underwear. Some of the boys didn’t even wore underwear. The nipples also varied greatly. Some boys had tiny raspberry like nipples, while others sported large quarter or half dollar sized aureoles. Jim loved to chew on young nipples. He loved to put clamps on them and watch the little beauties squirm in pain. During the summer, he would teach the boys how to torture each others tits. How to slap them and twist them and pull them and clamp them. The undies came off after another sharp order, and tender ass cracks hiding those tight ass lips could be seen. Some of the boys tried to cover their privates, but Jim ordered them to stand tall, arms at their heads. He loved to see athletic boys stand like this, their pecs all shown proudly, their nipples perfectly displayed, ready to be felt up.

Some boys had stopped stripping and were standing, staring in awe at the more advanced mates.

Some of them had never been in such a situation before, did not attend the school yet, were carefully sheltered by their loving, or sometimes simply jealous and selfish parents, so the only source of information for them were photos on the internet. They stared wide eyed at the other boys, and at the hunky counselors as well.