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Subject: Summer Camp Doctor Summer Camp Doctor This happened to me many years ago. Story begins with me at age 10. I’ve tried to change lots of details, but some things you can’t really change or the story is not the same. I would like to hear from you if you have similar experiences or if you have questions. I remember these events in vivid detail, but tried to keep this more concise than the reality. Most of this could be defended by the adults as appropriate behavior, and maybe some of it was, but looking back, I think there was “grooming” of boys, lots of exhibitionism, and eventually pretty explicit behavior. This chapter primarily deals with a counselor who “groomed” me, then sort of ghosted as I spent a little more time with the Camp Doctor. Chapter 1 – Jim When I was 10 I attended an all boys summer camp for the first time. It was a beautiful place. Hundreds of acres and very private. It was mostly all men and boys. They were a few women counselors, and some on staff, but for the most part no girls around. Skinny-dipping, streaking, visits to the infirmary, jokes, pranks, visits to the bathhouse etc. There was a culture of nudity. As a boy, the naked young male counselors fascinated me. I’d never seen so many different shapes and sizes of naked men. Pudgy with short fat dicks and lots of hair, athletic and tan with small muscular bottoms, Jewish young men with pale skin and lots of dark hair. I was pretty average for my age. I had sandy blonde hair on my head. I am pretty pale but I could get a tan in the summer time. My skin was smooth except I had some golden hair on my arms I was proud of. I think I may have had a few pubes, but I may have been completely bald. I don’t honestly remember. My penis was not large, and sort of stuck out. I was self conscious about it and wanted it to hang down. Our cabin did not have its own bathroom. It was a communal bathroom shared by all the boys my age and their counselors. The toilets did not have stalls around them. It was just a line of toilets against a wall. I did not really know anything about what all was going on at that camp, but I loved the dynamics and spent as much time as I dared in the bath house or trying to steal glimpses of the counselors. I was not interested in the younger boys, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the big dicked counselors. My friend stayed in another cabin. He was older than me, and their cabins had private bathrooms. I escort ankara was in the cabin with him when his counselor came out of the bathroom after just having a shower. The counselor was probably 40 years old which was pretty old to be single, and spending your summers surrounded by boys. He came out of the bathroom wearing only tight white briefs. His body was pretty smooth and he was in good shape. His skin was pale and he had a big bulge between his legs. I tried not to be obvious, but I now know that he must’ve recognized me stealing glances. He stayed in his underwear the entire time I was in the cabin. Probably at least 20 minutes. At one point, he pulled his underwear down in the front and sprayed his genitals with aerosol powder spray. I am sure he must’ve seen me watching. He clearly displayed his large cock and balls in a vulgar way to see which boys might be curious. His genitals were carefully groomed. I think his large testicles must’ve been shaved. His privates seemed more on display then the other boys and counselors I had noticed. After that, I tried to spend more time with him. He was a wrestling coach and you could sign up for one on one training. I did it and was pretty nervous the whole time. He would wear skimpy nylon shorts as was pretty common in the early 1980s. You could see his large penis and testicles clearly. He would constantly be adjusting himself even reaching his hand into his pants to scratch or adjust. Rolling around with him on the matt filled me with nervous excitement. I am not a wrestler, but I loved it. He may as well have been naked. We were both sweaty and rolling around on the floor. Me, 10, him 40. Did he see it as simple exercise and part of his job? Maybe but doubtful Through the course of spending time with him, he would always talk about masturbation, growing up, urges, etc. I don’t remember him talking about girls, but I do remember him talking about playing with yourself, feeling good, all guys do it- That sort of thing. His conversation was so specific and unwavering, that he had sort of a strange reputation among campers. In the wrestling hut, there was a tree that grew through the floor and through the roof. There was a gap between the tree and the wood frame deck. He liked to piss between the tree and the deck. He encouraged the boys to do the same. The goal of the game was to piss just in the crack not touching your esenyurt escort penis. The effect would be standing pretty close. Pants down with our peckers out looking at each other`s bodies. I was shy and my penis was much much smaller but I was not particularly embarrassed because he was so encouraging and I liked being alone with him. At some point, he mentioned that he was constipated. Or, maybe he just said he hadn’t pooped in a while. I don’t think I really even knew what he was talking about. But, I went along with everything he said about everything so we somehow determined that I was too. I don’t think I honestly was, but I said I was because I could tell he sort of wanted me to say I was. His solution was to go to the infirmary together. I would have jumped off the Empire State building if he had told me to, so I happily complied as all I thought was that I would spend more time with him. It was much more than thatWhen we got to the infirmary, the doctor Ushered us back to The examining room. The doctor was probably close to 50. The Camp Doctor always went by “Doc” regardless of his actual name. He was a handsome man in good shape with silvery gray sort of curly hair. – clean-shaven with a small nose and mouth. He was a very effeminate guy, but also in excellent shape. His skin had tons of sun damage. He was very tan and had broken blood vessels on his cheeks. I remember clearly his grey coaching shorts and how they hugged the tangerine size lump within. We talked briefly with the doctor about constipation, and light small talk. The surprise came when the doctor said “Donald Duck please Jim” That meant lose your shorts! Jim ripped off his nylon shorts instantly and chucked them on the floor across the room. While he stood there with his shorts gone, shoes & shirt still on. I had no clue what was coming, but certainly I wanted to watch. There was one chair in the examination room facing the end of the table. The doctor motioned for me to sit and Jim to walk to the end of the table and bend over it. From where I was sitting I was staring directly at his big butt. The doctor told him to “spread ’em” And Jim reached back with both hands and spread his Pale white butt cheeks! I said just a few feet from this grown man’s ASS HOLE. I could see hisbig balls in between his legs also. I was transfixed. He and Dr. continued chatting nonchalantly eskişehir escort as a doctor walked over and began rubbing Vaseline on Jim’s anus. The doctor did not have on gloves. Although I’m sure this lasted only a few moments, it seemed like an eternity to me. Watching the handsome Dr. rub Vaseline on my hero’s anus is an image burned into my brain. I remember seeing his asshole slick and shiny and sort of purpleish. It was lumpy and it winked and reacted as the doctor touched it. The doctor then quickly inserted a suppository deep into Jim’s well lubed ass hole. And it was over. Jim turned around and he winked at me. I knew my turn was next. He mad no quik rush for his shorts, but instead took my place in the chair in full donald duck- I removed my shorts and underpants leaving on my shoes just as Jim had. Over the table just as instructed and reached back to spread my cheeks. I was simultaneously thrilled and terrified. I wanted these two grown men to see my anus. I cannot explain why. But, I remember I spread my cheeks as wide as I could and felt like a nasty boy when I did it. When I felt the doctor’s finger touch my anus, I unintentionally tightened up. He spoke very encouragingly to me telling me to “relax it’ll just take a second” etc. etc. As he slid his finger into my bottom, I instantly thought I needed to poop, then I thought I needed to pee. I think he and Bill probably smiled at that while he continued with his finger gently exploring my bottom. It seems to me like he spent more time on me than he did on Bill, but I’m not sure if that’s correct. While the doctor’s finger was inside me, I realized that Bill had The same view of my rear end as I had of his and wondered what he was thinking. The Doc slowly pulled out his finger and told us to stay close to a toilet until we’d gone 2. At that point no one had explained to me what was even happening. I had had a suppository before and I sort of had an idea, but did not dare show my inexperience. Both of these men acted like this was an everyday occurance, so I did not want to seem naive. Bill stayed in Donald Duck longer than necessary for sure. He and Doc chatted for a bit longer than just as I turned to go, Doc said “Hey Buddy, Come back after night activities I want to check something” I liked being called Buddy, and I wondered what he would “check”. then I remember the smack of the screen door and the smell of the pine bark on the pathway as we headed out. I walked straight to the bath house and Jim took off down the path alone. Lots more subtle things happened with Jim, but the more explicit activities happened with the Doctor, and later another counselor. Will get that out also within a couple weeks. In the meantime, I welcome correspondence.

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