Destiny 6
My life had abruptly and significantly changed. I don't know if it was for better or worse. My mother had gone to the school to complain about the way I was being treated. It wasn't my idea and, in fact, I did not know she was going to complain until the secretary came over the speaker and told the teacher to send me to the office. Of course there were the usual snickers from the other kids, but I had always seen it as bad news when I had been called to the office. I had no idea just how bad it was going to be.
My mother complained about Greg and the PE Teacher and how I was being treated and about other things that had been happening. When I really couldn't realize just how much worse my life could become, it happened right in front of me. The PE Teacher and Greg were called to the office where the principal unloaded on them, albeit not willingly and not with any real force. He was just going through the motions. But it had sealed my fate for the rest of the time in that school.
Being called queer in the 1960's was bad enough, but on top of that I was now known as a mama's boy and a snitch. Snitch being the worst thing a boy could be called. Although they no longer ranked me out and forced me to wet myself, everyone totally ignored me, but for the moments they managed to mumble snitch and such at me. Even the PE Teacher ignored me. I started to wear my PE clothes under my regular clothes so they could no longer be taken and hidden. Not that I needed to go to the trouble. No one wanted to bother me in any form. You know how it is that the least liked or least physical kid is always called last when teams are formed. I didn't even get called last. No team wanted me and the PE Teacher didn't care either. He just had me sit in the room while the others did PE. I even `forgot' my PE clothes one time but he didn't even care enough about it to punish me. I had become an invisible boy.
I still went to the Y on Wednesdays as my mother would take my sister to her piano lessons. I was happy about that as I really enjoyed being in the water, even though I didn't know how to swim. And now, I wouldn't have to swim naked as Bill was no longer there to make me. At least that was what I thought would happen.
There was a new Head Counselor working and his rule was that if you did not have pubes you had to swim naked. If you had pubes, you could swim naked if you wanted, but there was no choice for smooth boys like me. If you tried to sneak in with a swim suit on, he would check and if you didn't have pubes, he would paddle you and then make you stand naked under the life guard platform. That's where I was the first time as I did tried to cheat. After that, I would just go naked. I was pretty much used to anyway, but I really wanted to be like everyone else. But that was not my luck.
Bill and Carl did not show up when I was at the Y either, but the two boys that had always been around Carl were there and asked me about him, but I didn't know anything and told them. They didn't bother me any and just sorta kept to themselves. Dennis, my friend from summer camp would show up now and then, which was fun but he didn't show up often, as he hated being naked in front of everyone, especially the men who would come swimming on Wednesday nights and stare at us. That ended my fourth grade year. Me, all alone, not sure if I was happy or unhappy about being ignored.
That summer I was again enrolled in the Y summer camp program. I really did like going as there was always something to do and Dennis was there again this year too, so at least I had one person to hang with. Carl was there again as well as the two boys, but he never spoke to me and seldom even looked at me. I wanted to ask him about where he went and stuff but never had any chance to be around him. The two boys seemed to always be around him and telling him what to do. He was still smooth with no body hair and you could see tiny marks on his penis where the chastity had been attached. He had to swim naked like me and Dennis and most all the younger boys as the naked rule was strictly enforced at camp and Dave, the new counselor in charge made sure of it.
Dave came up with another rule. If you couldn't swim, you were not allowed in the pool during the camp swim period at the end of the day. We had to go to the pool while the other boys got to go to the park where they would play and eat lunch. Dave said those that couldn't swim would have to have swim lessons if they wanted to go into the pool, so he used that time for our lessons. There was me and Dennis and about a dozen other boys. Most were my age, 9, or younger but there were a couple of older boys and they had to swim naked too, even though they had pubes. Dave said if you couldn't swim, you couldn't wear a swim suit. So we would have swim lessons every day during the park/lunch period while all the others were gone. We would have to stand on the edge with our hands behind our backs while Dave went through the basics. He would then call us one at a time and have us demonstrate what he had told us. He would hold me and Dennis and some of the other boys by our penis while we stroked and kicked in the water. After our turn, we each had an erection and had to stand exposed for everyone to see. He would even do it to the older boys, making them erect as well. When the other boys came back from the park, we would go to the spectator section, still naked, and eat our lunch while they got to swim and play. As soon as you could swim two lengths of the pool, you were allowed to join them in going to the park and swimming after. If not, you had to stand and watch them play. A lot of the boys learned quite fast and were allowed to join, but me, Dennis and one of the older boys, Timothy, but he wanted to be called Tim, but no one did. He was 12 and was somewhat effeminate and considered a mama's boy as well like me and Dennis and he was just starting to grow pubes so he was more embarrassed then me and Dennis were and he was made fun of and called baby and such. The three of us became close friends. Each day during our lessons, Dave would fondle us while we swam in place kicking and splashing. He would insert his finger in our rectums while we floated on our backs, which would ensure a continued erection. We always ended up with erections showing as we stood around the pool.
Camping was still done on the weekends and Dennis and I thought we would not be allowed to go, but Dave said he was making an exception for us and even though we were still 9, being 10 in the coming months, we would be allowed to go, if we got parental permission. Getting the permission was easy and all three of us were excited about going on the camping trip. This was Tim's first year as well as he had just moved to town and had not been at the Y before. Our mothers, being mothers and somewhat over-protective, showed up as we were being loaded into the bus and asked Dave to watch out for us, which he said he would and take special care of us. That only made matters worse for us as all the boys heard about it and there was no end to the taunts and jokes about being mama's boys. Little did we know what his special attention meant.
The three of us had to sit in the front seat, so he could keep an eye on us as he sat in the one opposite. Once we got to the campgrounds, he and two other counselors took us into the medical hut saying as this was out first time at camp, we had to have a physical. All the other boys were directed to set up their sites with the junior counselors, older boys who had been to camp before were in charge and supervising things.
Once we were in the medical hut, we were told to take off all our clothes so they could do a physical on us. We had to stand there with hands behind our backs as each of us were put on the exam table and examined. This meant checking us all over, even our penis and testicles and even put a finger up our rectum to check it out and make sure it was ok. They would fondle us to erection and then make us stand naked while the others were examined. Tim got it worse. They asked him if he was able to shoot yet, which he said he couldn't. Mark, who was going to be his counselor, said he would have to check him to see and began to masturbate him while pushing his finger in and out of his rectum. After some time, it appeared that Tim had an orgasm, but he did not shoot anything, so Mark said to Dave that as he was dry', he shouldn't have any pubes and he shaved Tim's pubes and underarms. Mark told him that he would have to practice everyday until he had a wet' orgasm, but even if he did have a wet orgasm, he would not be allowed to grow his hair back and he would shave him and keep him smooth for as long as he was at the Y.
After our physicals, the three men took all our clothes and bags with our other clothes saying that as our mothers wanted them to give us special attention and look after us, we wouldn't need the clothes we brought. Instead, they handed us each a pair of pink briefs to wear and said that would be all we were allowed to wear so everyone would know to be on the look out for us. The briefs were just regular white briefs, rather small ones at that, they looked like they had been washed with some red garment and the color faded into them. While not a hot pink, they were definitely reddish-pink in nature and that was all we could wear but for our shoes and socks while at the camp. Tim said he wasn't going to wear them, but after a half dozen swats from Dave, he changed his mind and we were taken out to the main camp. While you would expect all the boys to laugh at the sight of us wearing the pink underwear, other than a few chuckles and comments, no one really seemed to care. It was then I noticed that several other boys were wearing pink underwear as well. It looked like at least one boy from each group had to wear the pink briefs. I saw that Carl was in the older group of boys and that he too was in tight pink briefs. I could tell he was wearing that Kali's teeth chastity ring that Bill had got him. So I now understood that the two boys were his `monitors' as Bill called them, like Russel and Greg were to him and me. That answered a lot of questions I had about what was happening to him. I would learn a lot more as camp progressed.
Out of about 50 boys, there were about a dozen who wore the pink underwear, however, we were told to call them panties. It seemed like the boys who wore them were mostly like me and Dennis, shy and insecure, or in other words, submissive. I found out later that none of the panty boys were allowed to have body hair and they were shaved smooth like Carl and Tim. I guess Carl was submissive in a way, as the two boys were always leading him around. I found out that their names were Brian and Steven. They were cousins or something like that. Dave had picked Steven to be our Junior Counselor, while Brian was the JC for the 14/15-year-olds. The 16-year-olds didn't have a Counselor but they voted for a boy to be in charge. They too, had a boy in pink underwear, panties.
We were told that we had to stay with our counselor or JC at all times as our mothers had wanted us to receive special attention. We were to follow their instructions at all times so we wouldn't get hurt and anything. Mark had Tim right next to him all the time and even had him sitting on his lap when not doing anything. He would be openly rubbing his penis inside his underwear, keeping him erect. Mark would call him Timmy, which seemed to really upset him, but he didn't say anything. Guess that first spanking was enough to show he didn't have a choice in things.
I sat in between Dave and Steven or sometimes on their laps if that is what they wanted. Dennis was with Ricky and seemed to be on his lap a lot of the time too. They would rub us making us have an erection and it looked like all the boys that were in the pink panties had an erection most of the time, as they would be called to one of the boys and either rubbed or told to take down their underwear and jack off. All but for Carl, who was still wearing that chastity thing and looking very miserable about it. They would have to cum in their hand and then lick it off in front of everyone. While this was all new to me, it seemed like a regular thing that was done at the camp. Several of the panty boys would go off with one or two boys from his group for 10 - 15 minutes at a time, then come back and then go off with someone else.
That night, our sleeping bags were mated together and we slept with our counselors. Before we got in, we had to take off the underwear and told we would sleep naked, but had to rub ourselves until we got an erection. Mark made Tim rub himself until he had an orgasm before he was allowed to get into the sleeping bag. All the boys who wore the pink underwear had to strip and masturbate before they got into the bags with someone. Every panty boy slept with a counselor or JC. Dave took off his cloths and pulled me in close to him, spooning with my back to him as his erect penis was lodged in between my butt cheeks. The following morning, I had woke to his erection and dried cum all over my butt, just like I had when Carl and I slept together. Dennis and Tim said they had dried cum on them as well and we were not allowed to wash it off.
After breakfast, while all the other boys went off to do whatever, Dennis, Tim, Carl, Steven, Brian and I were told to go to the medical hut and to follow the directions of the JCs. When we got there, we all had to strip naked, even Steven and Brian took their clothes off. This was the first time I had seen them naked and they had full pubic bushes and huge, at least to me at the time, erections. We had to rub ourselves until we got an erection. Tim was made to jack off until he had an orgasm. Carl did not have to as he still had the chastity on and wasn't allowed to take it off.
Steven had us line up with our hands behind our backs while he and Brian stood in the middle of the room with Carl on his knees between them. They told us we were going to learn how to be panty boys and that Carl was going to demonstrate. Steven told Carl to get started and he moved in front of Brian and after a slight hesitation and sad look to me, he took Brian's erect penis into his mouth. I had never seen anything like that, although I had heard of sucking dick and boys being called cock suckers. Now I understood what was happening to Carl when the other boys took him off somewhere. It seemed like one of our duties as a panty boy was to suck any other boy who wanted it. We each took turns sucking Brian and Steven, learning not to scrape them with our teeth. If we did, we got three swats with a ping-pong paddle. Although they did not cum, they said they were very close to it when they had us stop. Finally, Steven did cum in Carl's mouth and he had to open his mouth and hold it and show everyone that he had cum in his mouth, then he was to swallow it. He then sucked Brian who also shot his cum into Carl's mouth, who showed us then swallowed. We each practiced on Steven and Brian, each getting a mouthful of cum and showing it to everyone. Steven got the 3 counselors and we had to show them how well we learned to be a panty boy. After we sucked them, took and swallowed their cum, we went to lunch. After lunch we went back to the medical hut for more training. This time, Steven showed us what else we were going to have to do as he had Carl get on all fours and then entered him from behind. We were told we had to suck any boy who wanted it, but that only counselors or junior counselors could fuck us, unless they gave permission to someone. IWe found out later that Steven and Brian were always giving permission to someone to fuck Car. We also found out that we would be open territory as well.
That night in the sleeping bags, after the three of us sucked all the boys at camp, even the panty boys, but for Carl, us three new panty boys were christened into anal sex with our counselors and the junior counselors, going to each one in turn and then ending up back with our counselor.
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