My First Gay Experience

Martin’s Initiation (based on a true, personal encounter)

I had just turned 18 that spring, just a month before the school term ended and I would be off to camp again for the whole summer. I had “grown up” at Camp Wagon Wheel, starting at the age of 9, and I couldn’t wait to get to my “home away from home”.

Summers in the city were horrible, hot, and humid; with nothing better to do than stay in a cool house and watch TV. I longed for the outdoors, and my friends from past summers. This year, I would be able to go for the entire 8 week session, as I would be a paying camper for the first four weeks, and then, with the ok from the camp director, become a non-paid counselor in training for the remaining 4 weeks. It was a dream come true, an entire summer in the cool rolling hills of northern Michigan, playing sports and swimming in the lake. I couldn’t wait for the bus to pull out that day in June.
The day of anticipation came, and we all boarded the bus, waved good bye to all our parents, and were off again to our summer paradise. The bus ride wasn’t too long, only a few hours, and the time flew by without notice as we were all so excited about the new adventures to come. What I did not know at the time, was that my “new adventure” that summer would be a turning point in my life. If I could only have comprehended at the time what a life changing experience it would be……

The first 4 week session literally flew by, and I could not believe it was over. The next four weeks were to be totally different, as I would graduate from being a camper to becoming a counselor, or, in my case, counselor in training, or as we call them, C.I.T’s.

I had no idea that the fun times were soon to be over, and I would actually have to work for the first time in my life. big Dan, the camp Director and surrogate father image that I had known since I was little, and was so kind and considerate, let it be known from the first day, that I was no longer a “camper”, as in his “customer”; and now, was his EMPLOYEE and was to do what I was told without question. “Yes sir,” I replied, when asked would I comply to all rules and regulations governing the staff, “without question, Dan” He said, “that’s what I wanted to hear from you Martin, I’m glad you are ‘on board’ with our team. Now, get your stuff together and move on down into Cabin 9, with the other C.I.T’s. I have told them to expect you today before noon, so you better get cracking!!!!” “On my way, Dan, I’ll be unpacked by lunch time” 

The older boys were all waiting in the cabin when I walked through the door. There was a long silence, them all staring me up one side and down the other, before one of them spoke. “ Glad to have you on our team, Martin, welcome to HellHole number 9, our humble home” “Thanks, guys, where do you want me to stow my gear” Louis, the big black guy that I had known since I was young, was the head of the C.I.T’s. I had looked up to him for years as the ‘coolest guy’ in camp. He had always been a mentor to me, and I loved and respected him like an older brother. Louis approached me, wearing only his boxer shorts, “OK, Martin, throw your stuff over there on that bunk and get dressed to go to work” I couldn’t help notice that he had a semi hard cock, and sort of wondered why he was only wearing his underwear. “sure, OK, Louis, what do I do first?” “Martin” he said, “today you start work in the kitchen on the “pot sink”. It’s a shit job, but everyone here starts in the same place at camp. You are responsible for washing and sterilizing all the cooking pots that Chef uses, and they gotta be spotless if you know what’s good for you” And it was true, of the other three guys in the cabin, all but one had started on the “pot sink”, and he had started in the stables, literally cleaning out the horse shit, which I thought was even a ‘shittier job’ , not to use a pun. 

The first day went by without event. It was hotter than hell in that kitchen during the ending days of July, and I must have sweat out a gallon of water. By the time I got back to the cabin at the end of my shift, I was beat. I only wanted to lay down on my bunk and get some sleep. The sun was going down over the lake and dusk was falling. I heard the other boys coming down the path to our cabin, just coming off their shifts at various jobs around the camp. Louis was first through the door, “well, Martin, how was your first day at work?” “Well, Louis, I think I may have bit off more than I can chew this time, it’s really a hard job” I replied. “Welcome to the real world, kid” he retorted, “welcome to the real camp” “Wow, I exclaimed, I really did not know how hard you guys worked behind the scenes here, you know, how you make it all good for the campers” 

“Yes, Martin, know you now how hard it is, I hope you can appreciate your years as a camper a bit better now” “You can bet on that, Louis, you can bet on that” 

“OK, boys” said Louis, “time to hit the showers, and then we’ll all come back here and continue the ‘game’ “Game?” I inquired sheepishly. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, Martin” retorted Billy in a sarcastic tone, “you’ll find out in good time” Billy was the new kid around camp, having only been there one season as a camper, so I really didn’t know him well enough to know if he was joking or not. “OK,” shouted Louis “all of you ‘girls’ strip off and head out for the shower house. We all quickly took off our clothes, as it was, after all this time in a boys camp, no big deal to be naked in front of a bunch of other guys. We all put our towels on, and walked off down to the shower house. The water was cool and refreshing, and I couldn’t help notice that there was a “shrinkage factor” for all of us. As soon as the cool water hit our naked bodies, our cocks and balls began to shrink. “Look at Martin’s little pecker” Joe shouted out from across the room, “betcha can’t get a hard on with that thing” “Shut up you bastard, I shouted, I can to get a hard on, I can” Louis interrupted, “Martin, just be quiet and pay attention washing yourself. You can get a hard on later, it’s all part of the game we play” 

I thought about that for a minute, a game involving hard cocks, what the heck was that?

But, not to worry about it, I was now part of the crew and what would be, would be. I was ready for anything. We all dried ourselves thoroughly, and I noticed how all the guys were paying attention to me. I couldn’t figure out why everyone was so interested, but I would soon find out.

When we all got back to the cabin, Louis immediately put the shades down over the windows and said, “well girls, are you ready to continue the game” “Yeah, Yeah, Lou, lets get started” came the reply from all the guys. “OK” I said abruptly, what is this ‘game’ you all keep talking about?” “Well, Martin” said Louis, “it’s sort of a contest we have each night” “Contest” I replied. “Yes, Martin, a contest to see who can shoot a load further than anyone else” “A load?” I asked quietly. “yes, Martin you little girl, what the hell do you think we’re talking about here? We all get in a line and masturbate to see who can shoot a load of cum the farthest” “sounds like fun to me” I said, as I had just recently became aware of joys of masturbation and how good and tingly it made you feel all over. “count me in”.

We all dropped our towels and stood in a line. There were chalk lines drawn on the floor in front of us, and many dark stains on the wooden floor. Louis said. “you can see, Martin, that this is one of our favorite things to do” We all stood there, stark naked and waited for the command. “OK boys,” said Louis, “get ‘em hard” We all fondled ourselves anxiously, and I couldn’t believe how quickly some of the guys got their cocks into stiff position. Of course, I was the last to get hard, and my little pecker paled in comparison to some of the whooping large hard-ons before me, and everyone seemed to notice. “Now, Martin” said Louis “here are the rules of the game” he paused, stroking his erect 9 inches of black meat, “ there is a winner and a loser in this game, my friend, and if you’re in, then you gotta play by the rules. The winner, the guy who shoots his load the farthest, gets re-paid by the loser, the shorts cum shot, by getting a blow job.

“A blow job?” I inquired a bit reluctantly. “Yes, Martin, a blow job. The loser has to suck the winners cock, until it not only gets hard again, but shoots his second load.”

I had to think about this a bit, would I really suck a guy off or not. I had not thought of this kind of thing before, but my little pecker was still rock hard, so I just said, “yeah, lets go for it”

We all began to pump ourselves off in rapid fire. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this with a bunch of guys, but the more I jacked myself off, in front of the other guys, the more excited I became. Soon, Billy began to moan lowly, and in just a second, shot his wad out on to the floor, “AWWW” he exclaimed loudly “Yeah, go for it” His streaming flow of crystal colored jism shot out of his dick and about 3 feet across the room, “yeah, that’s a new world record” Soon the rest of the guys began to ejaculate, one by one, each shooting their loads out, until I was the last. “come on little girl, shoot your load, shoot it out……..” they were panting now and all yelling “go, boy, go, shoot it, shoot it” I was pumping myself at a furious pace, and began to get the feeling like the cum was about to explode out of my cock…… “Oh, yeah, I cried, as my hot cum shot out of my little pecker. I was sure it was the winning load because of the fury of my orgasm. What I was soon to learn was not the case

“OK”, said Louis “get out the tape measure” We were all standing there, naked as the day we were born, with hard, dripping cocks. “Who’s the winner, who’s the winner,?” Billy exclaimed, “who one the shoot off” “Well”, said Louis, carefully measuring the distances our hot cum had exploded over the floor” “Looks like it’s you, Billy, you win again, you bastard, what the fuck, this is the third time in a row” “Well you know” said Billy, “takes lots of practice and a good long rod, like this one,” he exclaimed, fondling his semi-hard dick in his hands” “What’s more important here” Louis said, “ is who the unlucky loser is, who is gonna have to give you a ‘head job’ “Let’s see now” said Louis softly, carefully measuring all the stains on the floor. I did not need to know the outcome. From the stain in front of me on the floor, it was evident that I was the ‘loser’.