Day Camp

"I'm going where?" I asked my mother as she took me to school that day.

"You're going to a summer day camp, all summer and after school, starting today." Mom said to me patiently. "You'll be there until six thirty when I pick you up after I get off work. And when school's out, you'll be there all day on the days I work. It's the same sort of thing your sister goes to already, only this one is for all of you who were...part of that trouble." I'd attended a rave and there had been some violence (I was no part of that, nor anyone I knew, some outsider crashers) and the police had come and we'd been arrested and the judge had come down on us hard. This was our punishment.

"But why do I have to go to a day camp!" I griped. "Day camps suck!" Understand that a "day camp" isn't the same as a summer camp. You don't get a country cabin and canoes and rafting trips and such. You get a seat in a conference room at a table with some handicrafts (make a wallet or a necklace) and maybe a bit of playtime recreation in a small yard. It's like having a babysitter, only instead of a one-on-one with an older person, you're part of a crowd!

"Now, honey, it was either this place or another day camp much further from your school, and you know how tight money has been for us." Mom went on. "This day camp is cheap, and you'll be with your friends all day long, now isn't that better than one further away where you don't know anyone?"

"Why do I need this place, can't they put me on home arrest or something?" I protested. "I can take care of myself!"

Since I was just eighteen years old and in trouble with the law the first time I'd been allowed go somewhere on my own, that question wasn't my best, so she didn't answer and I gave up. Heck, if my friends were going to be there, maybe this wouldn't be a total stinkfest!

So, when school let out, I dug the note out of my pocket that gave me the day camp address and started walking, it was only four blocks from school which was one reason Mom was so keen on it.

Scott and Randy were walking with me in no time, ended up they were coming with me to the day camp. "I hear that Eric and Corey are going to be there, too." Scott said as we walked.

"Maybe this isn't going to suck so much after all." Randy said hopefully.

We guys were all in the same boat. Our parents didn't have much money, nobody in this area of the city did. Scott had been a latchkey kid for years before this day camp, and Randy had been taken care of by his grandmother, who would hit him when she drank too much. So Randy was right, maybe this wasn't going to suck so much.

But of course, it did.

We got to the house and it had almost no yard at all and what there was, was no place for anyone to do anything. Weeds, old metal parts of cars, lots of dog turds that had been there forever. Yuck! I had to look at the address again and again. Then I gulped, and said, "Well, this is the right place."

So we went up and knocked on the door.

The guy who answered the door was not the super-clean nerd-like guy you usually see running aday camp. He looked like he'd been in prison! Mid-twenties in age, his hair cut short-short, a tattoo showing through on the scalp in an undistinguishable blue pattern of lines, the tanktop he was wearing showing his overmuscled arms (it's what made me think he'd been in prison, you don't get those muscles unless you have lots of time to work with weights and nothing else), blue jeans that were faded, ragged, and stained with old, semi-forgotten stains here and there. "Are you here for the day camp?"

"Yeah." I said and we three identified ourselves, he looked at a paper he had on a table next to the front door and checked our names off.

"Okay, come on in, the camp is in the basement."

This was sounding worse and worse and it didn't get better. Downstairs was only a mostly empty room, it had a television set with a fuzzy screen that two guys were watching an old cartoon on (it only got two stations through the rabbit ears it had on top, it turned out) and in the middle of the room, a mattress where three more boys were lying on and talking. Water was available at a sink if you didn't mind poking your head under the faucet so you could slurp it. No snacks. No toys. Nothing to do while there, except the games you can create for yourself. A Gameboy or iPod would have been great, but none of us had one and none of us could afford it, or we wouldn't have been here to begin with. Chet never even came down to check on us, and only once did he holler out to cut out the racket down there you dumb fuckers! A real charming man, huh?

Fuck! That was all I could say about it after a while. I was too bored to come up with anything else. It took forever for six thirty to arrive, and when it did, I was more than ready to race out the door when I heard my name called out by the guy in charge (his name I'd learned by then was "Chet") and back to my Mother.

I complained bitterly but Mom laid down the law when I couldn't come up with anything else to say (what can you say about nothing except that it's nothing?), "Now, dear, I know it's not the best place to be, but you have your friends. You can take some games to school with you to play with, or a craft of some sort to work on. You kids, in my day, we had to make up our own games, play with what we had! My first doll was made out of a sock and her dress made from a handkerchief! I loved that doll. You're eighteen years old! Use your imagination!"

I thought about it at night and I got really mad! What kind of guy opens up a day camp and doesn't even buy a few games or activities for the members to use while they're there, anyway! This was worse than babysitting, he had ten of us in that basement, and he didn't do a damned thing for us! And with summer coming up in another month and us going to be in that basement all day...we had to do something! Chet was going to have to be inspired to close his doors and in a hurry!

I managed the next day to speak with all the boys at my school who were in the day camp (all ten of us were seniors and went to the same school) and they agreed with me that Chet had to go! The only problem was how.

"We beat him up, he's going to call the law on us!" Bob objected. "They'll lock us up for sure for that. This place sucks, but at least it's not prison!"

"Can't burn down the place either, though I'd like to!" Scott agreed.

"Got to make him want to close up for himself." I agreed. "But I got an idea how to do that. What's the one thing that a guy would never admit to anyone?" And when I told them my idea, they were all for it.

All ten of us were at the house and in the basement by three thirty. None of us would get out until five thirty. Two full hours, and we intended to make the most of it.

One thing he had in that basement I hadn't mentioned was a metal shelf with some tools on it.

When we upset that cabinet, it made one hell of a racket, and a jar holding nails on it shattered loudly, too.

As we predicted, Chet came running downstairs. "What the hell did you dumb bastards do? I told you to keep the fuck away from that cabinet, how the hell did you knock it down, anyhow? It's heavy as hell and....

He was down the stairs by then and bending over to pull the cabinet back upright, planning to right it and then reload the stuff on it if not make us do it.

But bent over like he was, it was easy for us to gang-tackle him. We'd practiced this tackle during noon recess by getting one of the jocks to let us try to take him down. He'd laughed and tried to hold us off, but we got him down again and again no matter how hard he tried to throw us off.

Chet didn't even have the practice to help him. He yawped and went over, onto the mattress like we'd planned. We swarmed over him as he squirmed. I had hold of him near the middle, Scott had the leg nearest me and Bob had the other leg, Randy had the arm nearest me and Jacob had the other arm, Phillip and Martin were sitting on his chest and Bill and Robert were sitting on his legs at the ankles. Willie (we had two Williams and two Roberts among us ten boys, we called two of them Bill and Bob to keep them clear at school and such) was doing his part, too, he had a headlock around Chet's face and was keeping him from even looking up very well.

"You lousy stinking fucking bastards!" Chet snarled at us. "I'm going to fucking beat the crap out of every one of you."

"And that'll make our parents take us out of this lousy day camp!" I pointed out.

He looked at me, seemed to realize I was the ringleader of our revolution. "You, Gregg? I'll beat the fuck out of just you, is what I'll do."

"It's your own fault, you don't even have anything for us to do down here!"

"So play with yourselves, I don't fucking care!"

"Play with ourselves? Well, you're close!" I taunted him. And to Willie at Chet's head, "Come down here and help me."

We had Chet's pants unbuttoned at top and half unzipped before he realized what we were doing. By then, Phillip and Martin were doing the same to his shirt, and Bill and Robert had his shoes and socks completely off.

"You perverts, I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Chet squirmed helplessly underneath us.

"No, we're going to beat the crap out of you." I snickered. "Starting with your dick!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Think about it." I told him. "You tell anyone about this, and they'd never believe you. Us under your supervision, they'll think you made us do it. Forcing us to jerk your cock, that's what we'll tell them you did. If you tell anyone on us, that is."

Chet had been in prison, he knew how to pick up on what I wasn't saying. "And if I don't tell anyone?"

"We don't tell anyone." I said. "Of course, what's going to stop us from doing this to you again some time, maybe? Best thing you can do is shut down this day camp entirely, huh?"

"Yeah, we want to go home!"

I had his pants completely open now, just his briefs were keeping me from doing anything to him. Phillip and Martin had his shirt open and they were tugging it off over his head with Randy and Jacob's help, Chet's tanktop (same one as yesterday, it looked like) was all he had on upstairs, so to speak. Bill and Robert were tugging at his pants, trying to skin them off, they were sliding down, but slowly.

I had enough room to dig into his briefs and I did, and his cock was a hot pool of flesh in there. Not hard at all. Not yet, anyhow.

But my touch made Chet squirm anew. "Oh, God damn it, kid, keep your hands off my junk!" he griped. "I'll get you back for this if it's the last thing I do."

I pulled his prick out of his briefs as the jeans gave up their struggle and went sliding down his muscled, hairy legs. His tank top was climbing over his head at the same time, he was practically naked, now. "Hey, look at the size of this dong, guys!" I told the others.

The other boys turned and they all kind of went "ooh!" all together. "He's got a big one!" Scott breathed.

"Biggest one I've ever seen!" declared Phillip.

"Ah, my big brother has a bigger one." Bob countered. "I saw it in the shower one morning."

"Was it all hard like this one?" Martin asked. Because I was playing with Chet's dong and it was stiffening up rapidly.

"He's not fully hard yet." I informed them. "But he's getting there."

"You shitheads, let go of me, let me up, shit!" Chet moaned.

"What's the matter, Chet, are you liking this?"

"No! Let go of me!"

"Then why are you getting so hard?"

"Fuck you!"

"Come on, Gregg, jerk him hard and fast!" urged Randy. He was grinning at Chet's cock like it was an ice cream cone.

I began to pump him and Chet moaned again and a glob of clear liquid oozed up out of the top.

"Yuck, you're making him pee some!" exclaimed Martin, making a face.

"No, he's not, that just means he's liking it." Bob said. "My cock does that when I'm playing with it."

"I'll bet it does." I grinned up at Chet.

"I wonder what that stuff tastes like?" Randy wanted to know.

"You want a taste of it, go ahead." I offered.

Randy made a face and I laughed.

"You perverts, don't you dare try to suck my dick!" Chet growled. "Bad enough you're playing with it, don't you dare suck on it!"

You just don't say "dare" to a guy my age! It just makes us want to do it anyhow, whatever it is. I looked down at the cock in my hand and I said, "Oh, I'll dare to do anything!"

"Don't you dare, don't you.... Guh!" Chet gasped as I dove onto his cock and began to suck on it.

I had no idea how to suck on a cock. I treated it like it was a gigantic lollipop, and literally tried to suck on it.

"Ow, ow, not like that, you pervert!" Chet grunted. "Shit, if you're going to suck me, at least do it right!"

"How do I do it?"

"You have to move your mouth up and down like you were your hand." Bob put in. "Use some spit to keep it smooth and slick all the time and watch your teeth."

I looked at Bob, surprised. "How do you know that?"

He shrugged. "I've read up on it, thought about it...some." he said, shrugging again. "Just curious, you know."

"Is that right?" I asked Chet.

"Yeah." Chet replied, and I resumed sucking on him, the right way this time.

"Aw, fuck!" Chet groaned. His thrusts with his hips upwards told me he didn't mean for me to stop.

I bobbed my head back and forth a while, my lips got tired and Ralph took over, eager to taste the stuff Chet's cock was dribbling out as I had sucked on him. "It's all salty and slimy, but it's not bad-tasting." I told him.

Ralph began to pump his mouth up and down on Chet's cock and Chet moaned, Ralph's blond-haired head moving his cherubic face over his dong.

"Oh, ah, ah, shit, I'm going to come!" Chet groaned. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Hang on tight, Ralph, he's going to spray a lot of that stuff into your mouth all at once!" warned Bob.

Ralph hung on while Chet groaned hard and then he blasted his wad. Ralph coughed and choked and pulled back after a little bit and Chet kept on moaning and I saw the last couple of squirts spray up to land on Ralph's hair and hand. The big stud under us was squirming and moaning and writhing under our pinioning bodies, and then he slumped back, exhausted.

"Oh, man, oh, man!" he groaned. "You fucking bastards, you fucking creeps!"

Ralph was blissfully licking the spunk off his hand. "I like this stuff!" he declared. "It's good!"

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Chet groaned.

"Well, let him rest a while and then you can milk him again." I said.

"Again?" Chet moaned. "Oh, fuck!"

"Over and over until six thirty, when we have to leave." I declared maliciously. "How else are we going to get you to close down this place. And we don't have anything else to do!"

And we did, too, three more times, we made Chet squirm another load for us, though the last two loads were awfully small. He was sobbing in exhaustion and all of us got a taste of it. I liked it well enough, but not enough to keep working it out of Chet.

Mom picked me up at six-thirty as usual and I figured things were settled. Chet would call her and tell her not to have me come by.

But nothing happened and I went back to the house to see what had gone wrong.

Inside the basement, I looked over at it in awe. A new television set, and this one had a Gamestation hooked up to it, and what looked like two dozen games. Martin, Bob and Willie were there already, playing a game. They looked over. "Look at this!"

"Where'd it come from?" I wanted to know.

"I bought it." came the voice from behind. It was Chet.

"You bought it?" I asked.

"Sure." he said.

"But...why?" I wanted to know.

He shrugged. "Figured I ought to make you guys happy so you'd want to stay." And he rubbed his crotch. "And I want you to stay."

I smiled and went downstairs to join the game. There was going to be lots for us to do at this day camp from now on! I couldn't wait for summer when we'd be here all day long!

THE END
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