Bunk Bitch: A Thrilling Gay Sex Story that Pushes Boundaries on Xboylove.com
I had managed to avoid summer camp for most of my life until my mom insisted I go. There was nothing I could say so when June rolled around there I was, in the car, hours from home, about to arrive. I didn’t want to sleep in a giant cabin full of a bunch of other boys and live in the dirt for two months.
But my mom wanted me to “toughen up” a little. Without my dad around, she and her string of boyfriends always make fun of me and call me feminine. I guess she finally wanted to do something about it. After all, this was the summer before college and everyone at camp had finally turned 18. The age of adulthood… still camping and acting like boys.
It’s not that I’m THAT feminine, I’m a little short (maybe 5’5″) with a slim build, a cute face, shoulder-length hair, and a bubble butt. I know I look like a girl from behind sometimes but I’m 100% straight – the girls love my feminine features! My girlfriend Amanda loves to pluck my perfect eyebrows and grab my ass. She likes to “practice” her make-up skills on me sometimes.
Oh god! Amanda is so upset – she’s livid I’m willingly going to summer camp instead of spending the summer in town where I can see her. She didn’t believe me when I said my mom was forcing me. I know she’s gonna miss my nice big cock while she’s gone.
We’ve never had sex but she likes it when I masterbate in bed with her. The only thing we’ve done is kiss and I get to eat her pussy while I jack off, sometimes. Sure – some guys tell me it’s embarrassing I’ve never fucked her, especially considering Amanda USED to be known as a little bit of a slut. But that’s no worry for me. She’s so hot I don’t care. I can’t believe I have to spend two months without her! Every night seems impossible!
We arrived at the camp, to a huge commotion. Tons of cars and people are milling around moving luggage and wandering around the site. After a brief check in, I was sorted into a group with all the other boys my age. There were about 30 of us, enough for two bunks full of campers, I was told. I didn’t know any of these boys and many of them seemed like they knew each other really well. Many were even looking over at me before whispering some joke back to the group. What were they talking about?
After all the campers were signed in, the parents left. My mom gave me a big hug and kiss (on the lips, like she always does) in front of all the boys and I could hear a few snicker at me. Some didn’t even bother to look at me and focused on mom instead. Our camp counselors appears and introduced themselves. There were two for our age group and one would live in each bunk. They were both pretty attractive: one was about 5’8″ with blonde surfer hair and a very fit body. The other was huge, maybe 6’4″ with a buzz cut and giant muscles. The bigger one introduced himself: “HEY CAMPERS! I’m DAX, the MYSTERY MAN!” This line drew a huge cheer from the campers who already knew each other, I guess they know why he’s the mystery man…
“Hi Campers! I’m Mini” Said the shorter one, “I’m so excited to get started! We’re gonna walk you all to your bunks now!” Mini had the mannerisms and flamboyant voice of a clearly gay man. Jeez I thought, I hope I don’t get put in his bunk, who knows what he’s doing to the campers. Why do they call him Mini? He’s taller than me…
Just from where I was standing, Dax pulled me over to his bunk, maybe 15 of us, and every one of the boys seemed bigger than me. As I looked over to Mini’s cabin, there seemed to be a more diverse assortment of camper. Mini shot a glance over at me. Whatever, I thought, I guess I’m stuck with all the athletes. I’m not afraid of some competition, just because I’m a little smaller doesn’t mean I can’t dominate these guys. “Alright losers!” Dax screamed, “Let’s go settle into our cabin, this way!”
Dax led us on a trip through the camp ground, pointing out all the amenities and places we needed to know: the mess hall, ropes course, treehouse, the meeting building, camp HQ (Where the bosses worked) and the infirmary. Finally, when we got to our bunk the boys who’d been here before immediately ran in to grab the best place to sleep. The building was wood and old and shaped like a big L. Since I’d never been here before I didn’t know or care where I should sleep. There were 8 bunk beds, 4 on either side of a long camp cabin and one lone twin bed. Windows lined the space where the wall met the ceiling. There was a door at the back right with a sign above that read: “Counselor’s Quarters” The bathroom and showers were at the end of the cabin, through a little arch way.
As I peaked in Dax’s space, it looked like a room, like a real room in someone’s house. I felt someone grab my shirt collar: “Sorry there partner! That room’s taken!” Dax said as he dragged me over to the only remaining bed, which happened to be the one without a top bunk. “Here ya go kiddo!” He said before smacking my ass and sitting me down in the bed. Before I could even react one of the other campers slapped Dax on the ass (I guess this is how they behave themselves here? I better not complain). Dax chased the boy outside while everyone laughed.
Dax jumped on top of a chair in a corner and gathered the attention of the bunk: “Alright ladies! Welcome back to bunk 3!” A string of yelps and cheers from the crowd. One of the boys yelled “We love you Dax!” This got everyone to laugh. “I might love you too!” Dax yelled back before: “We’re under strict orders tonight. Everyone get showered up and we’re gonna head to the mess hall for a camp-meeting and then we’re done for the day! Get in there!” Dax hopped off the chair and moved into the bathroom to turn on the showers.
The other boys immediately stripped down, completely nude before walking into the shower area. I joined them. To my surprise, the showers weren’t stalls like at the gym, it was just one big group shower, with only 5 shower heads. So the first group of guys were already showering while the rest of us just waited and watched.
“Hey he’s new we should let him go first!” One of the boys in line said to another, while pointing at me. The other boy looked over: “Are you new here?”
“Yeah” I said, “my mom made me go.” ”Don’t worry!” The other boy said, “You’re gonna enjoy yourself – I’m Johnny and this is Paul”
“Get in there kid,” Paul said as another boy left the shower. He slapped me on the ass as I walked into the shower, drawing a laugh from all the boys waiting. A few other boys slapped my butt also
Now finally in the actual shower, with the boiling hot water sliding down me, I tried to relax and have a nice time. I washed my hair, sliding my hands all over my body to make sure I was clean. I roughly scrubbed my dick and balls before bending over to wash my feet and then ass.
“We’re getting the full show out here!” Johnny said, when I looked over I noticed a few of the boys were looking at me. “Guy looks like a model showering for playboy!” Said Paul, a few boys laughed at that one. By now the shower head next to me was open so Johnny took it, immediately standing right under the hot water, which ran tight down his washboard abs.
“Hey man not to be weird or anything but how big are you?” Johnny asked.
“I’m like 5’5” I said, I noticed most of the boys weren’t paying attention to us.
“No I meant like your dick” Johnny said laughing.
“Oh” I looked down at my penis, which looked the size of a baby carrot, “I know it looks small, but I’m a grower – got maybe 4-5 inches in this bad boy. My girlfriend never complains.” Johnny laughed again: “Alright brother. Sounds like you know what you like.” I shot a quick glance over at Johnny’s crotch, just to see what he was working with. His dick was fucking huge, maybe 6″ totally flaccid. Flopping between his legs as he shifted under the hot water. He saw me look: “You like what you see?” He joked before smacking my ass again. Except instead of just a slap like the others his enormous hand gripped my butt, with one or two fingers even reaching a little into my crack. Before I could complain or push him off he released me walked out of the shower. To the boys waiting in line it seemed like a totally “normal” spank. I left to get dressed.
Things felt a little off at the camp immediately, but I knew at the mess hall that night at dinner that this place was not normal at all. First off, when I got back to my bed after my shower, all my underwear was missing. Like someone had gone into my bag and stole it all. After I started questioning everyone, Dax laughed and explained it was a bunk 3 tradition for newbies to “go commando” the first night. I’d have to “earn” my underwear back. Then he pulled out the hair scrunchies.
Apparently it’s an old tradition but newbies in Bunk 3 with long hair have to also wear cute hair ties and clips for their first week at camp. Bullshit, I thought. I’ll do it for one day to play nice but then I’m done. Pink? Amanda wouldn’t wanna date me if she say dresses up next to a bunch of dudes bigger than me. Then there was all the other boys at the mess hall. It seemed like an endless parade of jocks who were campers and jocks who were counselors walking by Bunk 3’s table and whispering some joke clearly about me. One tall boy yanked out one of my hair clips. So there I am, in ridiculous thin camp shorts, my ass and junk on full display, with shit in my hair.
The rest of dinner at the mess consisted of a terrible meal (chicken? If you can call it that) and a speech by the Head of the Camp, who everyone called Boss-Man. He was built like a marine. 9 or 10 right angles and hard flesh made up that man. The sun had set. It was dark.
We got about 30 minutes of free time before bed. I joined as everyone went to go outside and talk to campers in the other bunks. Johnny Paul and Dax went to go over to Mini’s bunk to talk about some bullshit camp thing. A color war? Something stupid like that. This one kid Trever was tried to tell me about Pokemon but I wasn’t interested. As the other kids milled around and chatted and ran around I slunk back into the cabin. I was exhausted. As soon as I shut the door, sealing me off from the outside I heard slapping and creaking coming from Dax’s “Counselor’s Quarters.”
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