BOYS’ CAMP
Chapter 1
As my junior year was drawing to a close, I began to wonder what I could do to earn money over summer break. In high school I had worked a variety of jobs including fast food and landscaping, but nothing that I really wanted to go back to or that paid very well. My roommate, Phillip, was from Maryland and the two of us had become pretty good friends. We shared a suite in the dorm that was supposed to house three students, but our third had transferred out after first semester and no one new came to live in the suite. After the first week of fall semester, it was clear to me that Phillip was gay, but I had no issues with that and he kept to himself and always closed his door if he had company. I returned the favor when my girlfriend, Katie, came over. By the middle of second semester, Phillip and I had decided to continue to room together in our senior year.
“Do you have plans for the summer. I mean do you have a job?” Phillip nodded. I will be working as a camp counselor at Camp Spermino starting June 1st.”
“I’m sorry, did you say ‘Camp Spermino’?” I said, trying to suppress a chuckle.
“Yes,” he smiled, “we call it Camp Sperm for short. It is named for some Italian tech guy who purchased the land and built the facilities for his son to go during the summers. That was many years ago, but last year we had about 30 campers each week during the summer. I was a counselor-in-training last year and attended as a camper the year before that. It’s a great camp and we have lots of fun.”
“Is it just boys?” I asked.
“Yes, boys over 18 only,” he said. I took a double take.
“I though summer camp was for kids not adults.” He smiled.
“The camp is very special and our campers really enjoy it. You should consider attending. I think you would enjoy yourself.”
“Doesn’t sound like my kind of camp.” Phillip smiled.
“Would you care to put money on that?”
“Sure, if I had some,” I said. “My checking account is down to $25 and I have $10 in my pocket.”
“Here’s the bet. Come to camp and spend three days as a camper. If, after three days you hate it, I’ll pay you $300 and make sure you get home to Pennsylvania.”
“What if you win?”
“If I win, you spend three weeks at camp.” This bet was too good to pass up. The $300 was virtually in my pocket.
“Deal.” We shook on it.
“Remember, while you are there you must participate fully as a camper and follow all of the rules no matter what you think.”
“Is this a gay camp?”
“We have gay campers but also some straight campers. No one cares about your sexual orientation. The counselors help you to put aside all of your biases and just enjoy being there. You will make lots of new friends.” I felt like Phillip was treating me like a 10 year-old.
“Okay. I agree.”
“Wonderful,” he said, “I will work on your enrollment paperwork.” After about 30 minutes, Phillip printed out the application for me to sign. I looked over it. It was a bit put out by some of the policies set out in the application. For example, “Applicant agrees to abide by all rules of Camp Spermino and to obey the counselors and administrators without question. Failure to obey will result in strict punishment.” Also, “Applicant agrees to undergo full physical examination and accept all medication and treatment ordered by the camp physician.” Finally, “Applicant agrees to the dress code of Camp Spermino including any and all body modifications necessary to enhance his camping experience.” I decided that I was going to be out of there after day three, so I could live with the rules for that long. I scribbled my signature on the application.
“Great Steve, I’ll send this to the Camp administrator and get you enrolled.” The next two weeks of school were devoted to exams. Before I knew it, school was over. “Time to get packed up and head for Camp Spermino,” Phillip said, no reason to pack a lot of clothes because you will be wearing your camp uniform while you are there. With that guidance, I packed a small suitcase and left most of my clothes in the apartment. We left early the next morning and planned to arrive at Camp Spermino by 11:00am. We actually arrived about 10:30 and I waited in Phillip’s car while he checked me in. He returned with a smile.
“Great news, they are ready to process you along with two other campers. I followed Phillip up to the office.
“Welcome Steve. We are so glad you will be joining us this summer. Let me introduce you to Scott, who will be your counselor. He will begin your processing and get you properly dressed in your uniform.”
“Hi, Steve, I’m Scott. I would like to introduce you to Paul and Michael, who are also new campers. You will all be having your orientation together. Our first stop is the video room where you guys will be watching a film on the history of Camp Spermino.” Scott led us down the hallway and to another building with a sign that read “Orientation Center”. Scott guided us into a small room with about six reclining chairs. “Please have a seat, lean back and put your feet up.” We call took our seats and Scott handed each of us a pair of earphones. “Please slip those on so that you can hear the film.” I slipped mine on. I could hear a tone and some very soft voices, but I could not make out what they were saying. About that time, the lights dimmed and Scott directed our attention to the screen. The film started out talking about the camp’s benefactor, Aldo Spermino, and his success in high tech and the decision to create a camp for boys. For whatever reason, I must have drifted off and woke when the house lights came back on. I felt embarrassed by the fact that I had slept through much of the orientation film, but more embarrassed by the fact that I was sporting an erection. I shifted in my seat to hide it, but there was not much I could do. I noticed that Michael also had a similar problem.
“Guys, I hope you enjoyed the film. I know that an hour long film is a bit much, but I know that you appreciate the history of our camp.” I could not believe I had been asleep for almost an hour. I guess I was more tired than I thought. “Our next stop in medical, so please follow me.” He led us down the hall to another area with a sign marked “Infirmary.” Once inside, we were instructed to strip completely. Our height and weight were recorded and we were told to hop up on one of the tables. A few minutes later, a man in a white lab coat entered.
“Good morning boys, I am Dr. Martin. Please lie back so that we can complete your exam. He started with Paul and I could hear several grunts. When he came to me, I was a bit nervous. “Just relax Steve, this is nothing difficult.” He examined my body including my penis, which he gave a few strokes to. “Good arousal response.” He said to the nurse. He then had me roll over on my stomach and probed my ass with first one finger and then two. “Very nice tight hole.” After the exam, Scott returned and led us to the barber.
“All campers are required to have short haircuts,” he stated matter-of-factly. This did not bother me since my hair was short, but Paul had hair down to his shoulders. Paul did not seem to mind and it did not seem unreasonable since we had all agreed to abide by the camp rules. When we left, all of us had crew cuts. “Now, let’s get you into your uniforms.” He guided us to what I assumed was our dorm, which was a large room with a number of double beds. On my bed was a jockstrap, a pair of black lycra shorts, a lavender short sleeved t-shirt, a pair of white crew socks and white Converse sneakers. The t-shirt had the camp logo along with “First Year Camper.” I have to admit, the uniform was very comfortable and fit perfectly, although the shorts were a bit tight and very short. “How do your uniforms feel?” Scott asked.
“Very comfortable, Sir.” I said, not really sure why I called him “Sir.”
“Good boy,” he responded. This caused my cock to stiffen again.
“It’s almost lunch time,” Scott said and led us out of the building and down a path to a large dining hall. We passed several other campers also dressed in their uniforms. They all seemed happy. They were wearing light blue t-shirts. The dining hall was full with lots of campers. Scott led us through the line, where we received what looked like a stew, hard-boiled eggs, yogurt and a protein shake. “All campers received a diet rich in protein,” he said, “no fatty or greasy foods here.” I finished my lunch and actually enjoyed it. About that time, a tone sounded from one of the loudspeakers. Scott smiled. “It’s nap time. All campers are required to take a one hour nap after lunch. The tone means that you have 10 minutes to get to your bunk and get ready for your nap. He guided us back to the dorm. “Please strip down to your jockstrap and socks.” I did as I was told and slipped into my bed next to Michael. Scott checked to make sure that I was just wearing my jockstrap and stroked my penis through the material. Normally, this would have bothered me, but he was well within his rights to make sure that I was following the rules. I was feeling really horny and I stroked my cock for about 5 minutes before I drifted off to sleep. Michael was also stroking his cock.
“God, I haven’t been this horny in ages,” he said. That drew an angry look from Scott.
“Ssshh,” he said, “no talking during nap time.” I was awoken by another tone over the loudspeaker. We dressed in our uniforms and Scott took us for a tour around the camp. I waved to Phillip who was guiding another group. So far, I was enjoying camp and was starting to see my easy $300 slipping away.
Our next stop was the pool. Scott had all of us change into Speedos that looked more like thongs. We had to prove to the lifeguard that we could swim or sign up for swimming lessons. I was a good swimmer and passed easily. I had to admire the bodies of some of the other campers, who had washboard abs. I was in good shape, but had a bit of a spare tire. After swimming, we showered off. I noticed that some of the boys were helping each other wash off, which seemed like a nice thing to do. Some of the boys were wearing black plastic cages over their penises. I asked Scott what they were and he informed me that they were working on the chastity skills badge. We dressed and continued our tour to the gym, the archery range and the crafts building. We ended up back at the orientation center, where Scott led us back into the theater and we took our seats.
“Please remove your shoes and your shorts and relax,” Scott said with a smile. All three of us did as instructed. He placed headphones over our ears and I could hear soft music. The lights dimmed. Instead of the film on the history of the camp, the screen was taken up by a large spiral. My eyes just naturally migrated toward it and I watched as I grew more and more relaxed. I no longer had any doubts about attending summer camp and could have cared less about the $300. I just wanted to stay here and enjoy the experience. Phillip had been right, I belonged here. I could feel my cock getting harder and more erect and throbbing. Scott stood next to me and pulled down my jockstrap freeing my erection. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I groaned. He squeezed some lube into my hand.
“Good boy. Go ahead and stroke and enjoy the spiral.” I smiled. I was going to enjoy summer camp a lot.