Groomed into a Boy Slut for Cock Pt 03
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When I was younger, I spent a summer at an all-boys summer camp for 2 months. I tried to convince my parents to not make me go, but they insisted I did, thinking it would be a good way for me to make friends. I was small for my age, skinny, and a total loner.
As expected, camp was miserable. The other boys would pick on me non stop, mostly emotionally. One day when I thought I was alone in our cabin, I decided it would be a good time to try and masturbate. The other boys burst in and caught me, mocked me and called me a pervert, telling the counselors what I had done. I was so ashamed.
Things only went from bad to worse. A few days after the masturbation incident, while showering with the other boys in the group shower, I happened to get a massive erection. The harder I tried to stop thinking about anything sexual and make my erection disappear, the worse it throbbed, jutting out obscenely from my small skinny frame. I tried to hide it with my hands but touching it only seemed to further excite it and make it worse. Eventually, the other boys saw me.
"Hey everyone, the pervert has a boner! Haha!" One laughed
"Oh my god, what are you gay? You getting a boner with other boys? Ewww" said another
"Ew are you touching yourself looking at us, you homo?" said a third. My face was red with shame as the mocked me in a circle, all pointing and laughing, calling me names, asking if I liked dicks, calling me homo. Even with all this shame, my erection refused to go down. Suddenly, we heard the shower door burst open.
"What's going on in here, what's with all the noise?" we heard a deep voice boom. Instantly we knew who it was—Mr. Adams.
We were assigned a counselor who oversaw a cohort of the boys there, depending on what cabin we were in. Ours happened to be Joe Adams, but he insisted we call him Mr. Adams. He was a large man, I'd guess 6' 3", deeply tanned skin, with a bald head and gray beard. . I'd guess he was between 45-55 years old. He was built like a linebacker, and rumor was that he used to be a professional body builder after serving in the marines. He wore tight shirts and shorts that showed off his impressive physique. He had a no-nonsense attitude a bit of a drill sergeant sometimes. Mr Adams also owned and ran the camp. No one argued with Mr. Adams, he was clearly top dog. He slept in a private cabin right next to ours.
Immediately everyone went quiet and went back to their own shower heads.
"What's with all hooting and hollering?" he bellowed again, scanning the shower room. I'm sure everyone felt just as vulnerable as I did, standing there naked under his intense gaze while he searched for a possible culprit.
"Mr. Adams, he was touching himself while we were showering!" One of the boys said, pointing at me "It was gross!"
"No I wasn't!" I tried to protest, slightly turning my back to him so he wouldn't see my attempts to cover my throbbing erection. "I swear!"
I felt Mr. Adams turned to me. "Look at me," he said. I didn't move. "look at me" he said again, more sternly. I slowly turned to face him, head hanging in shame. His eyes moved from my own, and then down to between my legs, where my small hands desperately tried cover my pulsing dick, to no avail. I could feel his gaze directly on my erection, knowing that he was staring directly at it only seemed to further excite it as it violently throbbed under his stare. I looked up to him, and I think I saw him smirking at me, but it was hard to tell through the steam.
"Alright, everyone get out of here, except you, " he said pointing at me.
Everyone quickly rinsed off and scrambled out of the shower room, leaving just the two of us there. He took a step forward and stood a few feet away from me in silence, standing there, watching me try my best to cover up.
"Stop that, boy, you don't need to cover up from me, it's nothing I haven't seen before. You don't need to act so ashamed as if you've committed some horrible crime," he said slightly gruffly. I was expecting to be chastised and was surprised by his words.
"Listen," he spoke now softly and gently, "You have no reason to be ashamed of it. Unfortunately, other boys can be stupid and cruel, and I am sure they are going to tease you to no end because of it. But that's their own stupidity. In fact, you should be be proud of the changes your body is going through!" he beamed, taking another step forward, towering over me.
"I was just like you when I was your age, and I turned out just fine, in fact I turned out great, so you have nothing to worry about and you shouldn't feel like you have to hide or are an outcast, because you're feelings are totally natural" he placed a hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed. His huge hand on my shoulder sent warm waves of relief through my body, immediately relaxing me. It felt so good to have a person on my side.
"So here's what we are going to do. I'm going to do my best to shelter you from the other boys, because I don't think they are going to understand, so we'll be doing our own activities and hopefully camp will become a little more enjoyable, how does that sound?" I nodded my head, I hoped he couldn't see my tears of relief on my wet face. "Good, now rinse off and get out of here," he said as he playfully spanked me, much like coach would to do to one of their players. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
After the moment, things changed a lot, for better and for worse. The boys were now intolerable with their insults, making any time with them a living hell. However Mr. Adams sheltered me from most activities with them, allowing me to do my own activities. Mr. Adams told the other counselors that he made a tailored camp schedule for me since I was being bullied and didn't enjoy the usual camp activities, and he didn't receive any push back from the other counselors, obviously because he was in charge. Because of this, I would have hours alone with him. We would go hiking alone, examine plants and a****ls, play games I felt so special, knowing that the head of the camp was spending time alone with me. He started to call me "boy", saying it was my nickname, the only one he gave anyone. It felt special. Sometimes he would rub my shoulders while he stood behind me, watching me draw or eat. He would asking me if I liked the shoulder rubs, that I was special because no one else go them. I always told him yes with a smile, and it was true! I absolutely adored the attention because I didn't get it anywhere else, and I loved the special treatment, and it felt amazing to have physical contact. Sometimes while getting my shoulder rubs, I would feel his huge body press against mine, his crotch at the level of my back, or often at my head when I was sitting in from of him. But I idolized him, he could do nothing wrong, and I accepted this as normal.
After sometime, he started rubbing my legs too. First my knees, but when I told him it was fine, he worked his way up my thigh, massaging and squeezing my smooth legs lovingly. He told me he did it because I was his favorite boy. I loved that.
When he first started rubbing my legs, he did it through my shorts, but after a bit, he grew bolder, and he started reaching his hand up my shorts to feel my smooth bare skin. He would do this when I was reading a book, or drawing, or while we ate together alone. I never stopped any of his advances, I would just smile at him. Frankly, I loved his touch. His huge warm hands felt so good rubbing and massaging my tiny legs and I always looked forward to his touch. He was always gentle. Sometimes as he rubbed, I would get an erection, and would grow embarrassed at my body's reaction, and I hoped my erection was well hidden in my tight briefs or that he couldn't see it from his angle. Mr. Adams was my idol, my king and I never wanted to disappoint him.
Over time I began realize I was noticing Mr. Adams' body more. I felt as if his clothes were growing tighter and tighter, his huge muscles rippling beneath them. I wasn't sure if it was because he was actually wearing tighter clothes, or if I was just noticing his body more. Often times when he stood over me as I sat, I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in the front of his tight shorts. Other times, he'd sit across from he with his huge legs splayed wide, his bulge on display, talking to me. I tried my best not to stare, not wanting to further my reputation as a pervert, but it was impossible not to. Staring at his bulge or body would often cause me to get hard, and I'd feel my dick throb in my briefs and against my shorts, the gentle friction with each pulse sending waves of pleasure through my body while I stared at the outline of his huge privates, wondering how much bigger they were than mine. When I would finally build the will power to avert my gaze away from his groin, I'd look up to him and notice him staring at me, often with a smile or look of curiosity across his face, but he never acted like anything was off. I just hoped he couldn't see my own erection through my shorts.
I noticed that my sexual thoughts, initially abstract, began to revolve heavily around Mr. Adams. I would often find myself quietly touching my body in the dead of night, stroking my throbbing dick to the though of Mr. Adams body or his bulge, fantasizing about what it looked like. My dick had began to make precum, which was fascinating to me, and I loved feel the viscous liquid between my fingers or how it lubricated my uncut dick and added an extra layer of pleasure. I would sometimes smell or taste it, enjoying its salty flavor. I realized I had grown sexually attracted to Mr. Adams, and that I couldn't stop thinking of him.
TO BE CONTINUED
As expected, camp was miserable. The other boys would pick on me non stop, mostly emotionally. One day when I thought I was alone in our cabin, I decided it would be a good time to try and masturbate. The other boys burst in and caught me, mocked me and called me a pervert, telling the counselors what I had done. I was so ashamed.
Things only went from bad to worse. A few days after the masturbation incident, while showering with the other boys in the group shower, I happened to get a massive erection. The harder I tried to stop thinking about anything sexual and make my erection disappear, the worse it throbbed, jutting out obscenely from my small skinny frame. I tried to hide it with my hands but touching it only seemed to further excite it and make it worse. Eventually, the other boys saw me.
"Hey everyone, the pervert has a boner! Haha!" One laughed
"Oh my god, what are you gay? You getting a boner with other boys? Ewww" said another
"Ew are you touching yourself looking at us, you homo?" said a third. My face was red with shame as the mocked me in a circle, all pointing and laughing, calling me names, asking if I liked dicks, calling me homo. Even with all this shame, my erection refused to go down. Suddenly, we heard the shower door burst open.
"What's going on in here, what's with all the noise?" we heard a deep voice boom. Instantly we knew who it was—Mr. Adams.
We were assigned a counselor who oversaw a cohort of the boys there, depending on what cabin we were in. Ours happened to be Joe Adams, but he insisted we call him Mr. Adams. He was a large man, I'd guess 6' 3", deeply tanned skin, with a bald head and gray beard. . I'd guess he was between 45-55 years old. He was built like a linebacker, and rumor was that he used to be a professional body builder after serving in the marines. He wore tight shirts and shorts that showed off his impressive physique. He had a no-nonsense attitude a bit of a drill sergeant sometimes. Mr Adams also owned and ran the camp. No one argued with Mr. Adams, he was clearly top dog. He slept in a private cabin right next to ours.
Immediately everyone went quiet and went back to their own shower heads.
"What's with all hooting and hollering?" he bellowed again, scanning the shower room. I'm sure everyone felt just as vulnerable as I did, standing there naked under his intense gaze while he searched for a possible culprit.
"Mr. Adams, he was touching himself while we were showering!" One of the boys said, pointing at me "It was gross!"
"No I wasn't!" I tried to protest, slightly turning my back to him so he wouldn't see my attempts to cover my throbbing erection. "I swear!"
I felt Mr. Adams turned to me. "Look at me," he said. I didn't move. "look at me" he said again, more sternly. I slowly turned to face him, head hanging in shame. His eyes moved from my own, and then down to between my legs, where my small hands desperately tried cover my pulsing dick, to no avail. I could feel his gaze directly on my erection, knowing that he was staring directly at it only seemed to further excite it as it violently throbbed under his stare. I looked up to him, and I think I saw him smirking at me, but it was hard to tell through the steam.
"Alright, everyone get out of here, except you, " he said pointing at me.
Everyone quickly rinsed off and scrambled out of the shower room, leaving just the two of us there. He took a step forward and stood a few feet away from me in silence, standing there, watching me try my best to cover up.
"Stop that, boy, you don't need to cover up from me, it's nothing I haven't seen before. You don't need to act so ashamed as if you've committed some horrible crime," he said slightly gruffly. I was expecting to be chastised and was surprised by his words.
"Listen," he spoke now softly and gently, "You have no reason to be ashamed of it. Unfortunately, other boys can be stupid and cruel, and I am sure they are going to tease you to no end because of it. But that's their own stupidity. In fact, you should be be proud of the changes your body is going through!" he beamed, taking another step forward, towering over me.
"I was just like you when I was your age, and I turned out just fine, in fact I turned out great, so you have nothing to worry about and you shouldn't feel like you have to hide or are an outcast, because you're feelings are totally natural" he placed a hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed. His huge hand on my shoulder sent warm waves of relief through my body, immediately relaxing me. It felt so good to have a person on my side.
"So here's what we are going to do. I'm going to do my best to shelter you from the other boys, because I don't think they are going to understand, so we'll be doing our own activities and hopefully camp will become a little more enjoyable, how does that sound?" I nodded my head, I hoped he couldn't see my tears of relief on my wet face. "Good, now rinse off and get out of here," he said as he playfully spanked me, much like coach would to do to one of their players. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
After the moment, things changed a lot, for better and for worse. The boys were now intolerable with their insults, making any time with them a living hell. However Mr. Adams sheltered me from most activities with them, allowing me to do my own activities. Mr. Adams told the other counselors that he made a tailored camp schedule for me since I was being bullied and didn't enjoy the usual camp activities, and he didn't receive any push back from the other counselors, obviously because he was in charge. Because of this, I would have hours alone with him. We would go hiking alone, examine plants and a****ls, play games I felt so special, knowing that the head of the camp was spending time alone with me. He started to call me "boy", saying it was my nickname, the only one he gave anyone. It felt special. Sometimes he would rub my shoulders while he stood behind me, watching me draw or eat. He would asking me if I liked the shoulder rubs, that I was special because no one else go them. I always told him yes with a smile, and it was true! I absolutely adored the attention because I didn't get it anywhere else, and I loved the special treatment, and it felt amazing to have physical contact. Sometimes while getting my shoulder rubs, I would feel his huge body press against mine, his crotch at the level of my back, or often at my head when I was sitting in from of him. But I idolized him, he could do nothing wrong, and I accepted this as normal.
After sometime, he started rubbing my legs too. First my knees, but when I told him it was fine, he worked his way up my thigh, massaging and squeezing my smooth legs lovingly. He told me he did it because I was his favorite boy. I loved that.
When he first started rubbing my legs, he did it through my shorts, but after a bit, he grew bolder, and he started reaching his hand up my shorts to feel my smooth bare skin. He would do this when I was reading a book, or drawing, or while we ate together alone. I never stopped any of his advances, I would just smile at him. Frankly, I loved his touch. His huge warm hands felt so good rubbing and massaging my tiny legs and I always looked forward to his touch. He was always gentle. Sometimes as he rubbed, I would get an erection, and would grow embarrassed at my body's reaction, and I hoped my erection was well hidden in my tight briefs or that he couldn't see it from his angle. Mr. Adams was my idol, my king and I never wanted to disappoint him.
Over time I began realize I was noticing Mr. Adams' body more. I felt as if his clothes were growing tighter and tighter, his huge muscles rippling beneath them. I wasn't sure if it was because he was actually wearing tighter clothes, or if I was just noticing his body more. Often times when he stood over me as I sat, I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in the front of his tight shorts. Other times, he'd sit across from he with his huge legs splayed wide, his bulge on display, talking to me. I tried my best not to stare, not wanting to further my reputation as a pervert, but it was impossible not to. Staring at his bulge or body would often cause me to get hard, and I'd feel my dick throb in my briefs and against my shorts, the gentle friction with each pulse sending waves of pleasure through my body while I stared at the outline of his huge privates, wondering how much bigger they were than mine. When I would finally build the will power to avert my gaze away from his groin, I'd look up to him and notice him staring at me, often with a smile or look of curiosity across his face, but he never acted like anything was off. I just hoped he couldn't see my own erection through my shorts.
I noticed that my sexual thoughts, initially abstract, began to revolve heavily around Mr. Adams. I would often find myself quietly touching my body in the dead of night, stroking my throbbing dick to the though of Mr. Adams body or his bulge, fantasizing about what it looked like. My dick had began to make precum, which was fascinating to me, and I loved feel the viscous liquid between my fingers or how it lubricated my uncut dick and added an extra layer of pleasure. I would sometimes smell or taste it, enjoying its salty flavor. I realized I had grown sexually attracted to Mr. Adams, and that I couldn't stop thinking of him.
TO BE CONTINUED
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