I

The first day, in a big field, the campers lined up in rows. All naked, cocks out.

Some were hard, the thrill of exhibition. Some were soft–performance anxiety, perhaps. Some were hairy, some not. No two alike in size, shape, or color.

Nobody wanted to get caught looking at their neighbors, but everybody did.

A petite young woman with a bright smile took the stage. She wore a baseball cap, slim t-shirt, and tiny running shorts. She also wore a modest strap-on dick.

“Welcome,” she chirped, “to Strap Camp!”

She went into the presentation, detailing the history of the camp–the oldest anal training sleepaway camp for straight men, didn’t you know?–and the rules, most of which were prosaic.

The man standing to my right was mumbling under his breath.

“Strap-ons are like high heels. Some women aren’t used to them, and you can always tell.”

The speaker had heard him talking. She beckoned him to the stage. Soon enough, he was up there.

She asked him, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He responded, “Are you going to use that kurtköy escort thing, or is it just for show?”

She ordered him to his hands and knees. He maintained his cocky smile, until she was behind him and the cold lubricant hit his anus.

In record time, she fingered his asshole until it was visibly agape, then she fucked him hard enough that her hat fell off.

By the time she withdrew, he was half-collapsed, the tip of his cock weeping.

She turned to the crowd and smiled as if nothing had happened.

“One final rule,” she said. “Respect for your counselors is mandatory.”

II

The counselors ranged from genial and innocent to hardened pro-dommes. The dicks they wore seemed to reflect their personalities. Otherwise, they all wore t-shirt and shorts.

The campers broke into groups, each of which was assigned a counselor who showed them to their cabins. Each camper carried only a bedroll and pillow; no clothing or blankets permitted.

The counselor for my cabin was an unassuming young woman, short and fat, big tits, huge hips. Her dick was thin aydıntepe escort and curved upward.

She led us in an icebreaker exercise: first names, fun facts, who sent us here. Mostly wives and girlfriends, a few husbands and boyfriends, a 24/7 domme in one case.

I slept fitfully that night, unused to the lack of blankets, but mostly just nervous.

III

Over the next three days, our counselors led us in seminars and games, all designed to broaden our minds and loosen our anuses.

Campers did everything together. Slept, ate, showered, even toileted. We grew used to the sight of each other’s bodies, in and out of sexual activity.

One time, my buttplug slipped loose. Another camper put it back in.

I had a one-on-one with my counselor, the eve of the last day. I laid on my back as she slowly worked her hand into my ass.

“You know what the last day is?” she asked.

“No.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you come in front of the other campers,” she said. “Does that scare you?”

“No.”

“It’s harder with everyone watching.”

“I tuzla içmeler escort can do it.”

“Can you come?”

“I think so.”

She started to jerk me off. It was nice–her dainty fingers on my cock, her hand a hard rock against my prostate.

But I wasn’t getting there.

I started to worry; how could I be fucked to completion in front of a whole crowd of men if I couldn’t do it with just my counselor?

“Here,” she said, removing her hand.

She took her clothes off.

She resumed fisting me and jerking me. The sight of her body, all her rolling abundance, fast tracked my orgasm.

“No one will take pity tomorrow,” she said. “Good luck.”

IV

Onstage, before the same crowd of men in the same field as opening day, I laid naked with my legs open.

My counselor lubricated her dick and slowly worked it into my anus.

I tried to forget the campers, focusing on the dick in my ass–almost overwhelming, yet so grounding.

Nothing.

I pictured my counselor naked, her undulating flesh still clear in my mind. My orgasm remained out of reach.

Finally, I gave up. I looked to the campers, felt them looking back at me, felt their communal arousal, felt a oneness with the dick.

Basking in their gaze, I cried out. Cum trickled, then streaked my belly and chest. Cheers erupted.