Church Camp Part 1

Part 1

Day 1

I (Leslie) was 18 years old and on my way to a Christian church four day getaway (men only). I had been having sissy thoughts and sissy issues since I was 6… Especially with wearing women’s underwear. During my trip, I accidentally only brought my sissy underwear that I had collected over the years, I don’t know how I did not remember to switch it out but it was nerve-wracking! I was going to be in a tent full of boys and all I had was sexy lingerie I stole from Goodwill and from my older sister… Even now, on the bus, I was wearing a black floral g string which I didn’t have a chance to change out of after school in preparation for this trip. I could feel the lining of it cutting through my ass and it felt so good…

I was sitting next to my crush, Chase. He was built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, only he had dark hair and dark brown eyes. He played football, baseball, and did everything masculine guys do. Me on the other hand, I was lean (140 lbs), had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and most of my weight went to my hips and ass. I have always had a thick bubble butt for as long as I could remember. I could tell that even girls were jealous of me and sometimes I would catch guys looking at my bubble butt when I wore my skin tight emo jeans (or any clothes, for that matter). I couldn’t help it, it just kept growing whereas other areas of my body stayed lean and more feminine.

The bus ride was rowdy. Chase and the other boys would yell back and forth and talk about football, the girls at their school, dirt bikes, airsoft and all sorts of things. I sat with my head against the window with my headphones in… I did not want to be on this trip, especially now that I remembered the lingerie I had in my bag. How would I keep it a secret when we all ended up changing in front of each other?

We finally arrived at the camp and built our tents. Then we went to the lodge to have supper. I was mostly mute throughout the whole evening while everyone else chatted mindlessly.

“Hey are you ok?” Chase asked as I looked up at him from my bowl of soup.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I mumbled back.

“Hey, you know, our sleeping bags are right next to each other. It will be like old times when I used to spend the night. Guess we can’t spend all night making prank calls though this time huh?” Chase said with a grin and a wink.

“Right haha” I chuckled nervously. My dick growing bigger at the thought of him sleeping next to me.

Everyone left the lodge, went back to the tents, and it was time for a campfire. This was my chance! I could change real quick into “pajamas” alone in the tent while everyone went to the campfire. I quickly ran into the tent and told our group leader (age 35) I just had to grab something real quick. Ensuring I was alone, I opened up my luggage only to see several butt plugs, multiple floral thongs, g strings, bandage lingerie, and boy shorts. I also had pairs of volleyball shorts, they were my sister’s but they might look like boxers in the dark. That could work?

I quickly changed into the volley ball shorts (keeping my g string on, it just felt good) and then I put a pair of gym pants over them. Disaster averted. At least for tonight, I’ll be able to take off my gym pants and everyone will think they were boxers when it is time for sleep.

I rejoined the group and sat next to Chase as everyone was singing along to Christian acoustic rock. With Chase being on my right, Gary was on my left. I couldn’t stand Gary. Like Chase, he was fairly muscular, although a bit shorter than him, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a growing goatee. Gary was a dick. He always bullied me growing up and often called me a “sissy”, “gay boy” and other homophobic names randomly. He used to wrestle me to the ground (with relative ease) in front of others and forced me to call him daddy. Chase would always stand up for me in those moments. If Gary was the villain, Chase was my hero. I guess that made me a damsel in distress… Ugh. I wish I were more masculine.

I pretended to sing the Christian songs along with everyone else. My voice came out feminine and if I ever took singing seriously I could comfortably be a high tenor. After the songs, we all sat down and read and reflected on some boring Bible passage and what it means to be a Christian man in today’s world.

After camp, we all went back to the tents. I was roomed with Chase, Gary (sigh), Matthew, Connor, and Robert. They began to change out of their clothes and just settled with wearing their boxers and being shirtless. I wanted to jump in my sleeping bag as fast as I could. While I thought they were all distracted changing, I quickly pulled my sweatpants down, went to my knees, and bent over to put them back in my luggage.

“Bro, don’t tell me you brought your sisters shorts. Oh my God, hahaha”.

I froze as I heard Gary’s voice. Did he see what was inside my luggage? I quickly zipped up my luggage and turned around only to see Gary pointing at me with a smirk on his face and all the other guys watching. I was slightly relieved… He was talking about my sister’s volleyball shorts I had on, not what was in my suitcase. Which, to his credit, these shorts were short as fuck and really accentuated my “assets”. It almost looked like I was wearing a pair of cheekies.

“They’re not my sisters! They’re just spandex boxers I have from when I used to be in gymnastics”, I protested.

“Whatever you say man… Haha. You know, you look kind of cute in them” Gary winked at me and elbowed his friends Matt and Rob for approval.

I sighed with disgust, said I was tired, and told them I just wanted to go to bed. Before I went into my sleeping bag I could have sworn I saw Chase eyeing my ass up and down as if I were some girl he never noticed before. Gary and his friends continued to make jokes about sex and ass and how hot the girls were at their school while Chase joined in for some of it. I closed my eyes and pretended to go to sleep, carefully keeping one hand on my luggage as if to protect it from being looked into from the others.

Day 2

I woke up in the tent alone. I was the only one there. Shoot! I might have missed breakfast. Everyone probably went to the lodge and no one felt the need to wake me up. That’s ok, I told myself. At least I have time alone to change by myself.

What should I wear today… I thought to myself as I opened my luggage. And then I saw it… My favorite butt plug. What if I wore that all day long and no one knew? How titillating and thrilling! I quickly thought of the pros and cons and settled on wearing it. It was a small black arrow-like pointed rose plug. I had no lube though.. I’ll have to use my spit. I spit on the plug and removed my clothes. I spit on my hand and began to rub the outside of my clean shaven ass (although I like to think of it as a pussy sometimes hehe). After thoroughly self lubing it, I crouched down and inserted it slowly into my tight little pussy.

“Ahghhh” I moaned and squinted my eyes. The pain felt so good. It filled me up and stayed in place. Oh my God… What if Chase filled me up on this trip? I thought to myself, with a knowing smile.

I looked for some underwear and settled on bright pink floral cheekies. I placed them high at my waist so as to allow the garment to cut into my ass and spread my cheeks out. What else do I have? I saw my sister’s jeans, some plain white t’s.. what looked to be some halter crop tops. Did I really not have any of my boy clothes in here!? I continued to sift through the clothes and then I heard it.

Cough

I froze.

“You look so fucking sexy from behind wearing that… Damn!” The sound of the zipper closing the door and Gary’s voice sent a shiver down my spine. Whatever words I had were caught in the back of my throat.

“I saw what you just shoved up your ass. Damn I knew you was always a bit different but I didn’t realize you were actually a sissy fa****. Turn around. That’s it… Turn around”.

I slowly turned around while still on my knees, my hands settled nicely on my thick thighs. I looked up at him, my mouth hanging open with no words to say.

“That’s it, keep your mouth open like that. You’re going to be sucking my dick like a good boy. And if you do a good job, maybe this will stay between us.”

Gary walked closer to me and began to unbuckle his jeans. I looked down at his crotch as he revealed one of the largest members I have ever seen. It had to be at least 7 inches, cut, slightly hard, pointing right at my mouth as if it was waiting for this moment. I couldn’t help but notice saliva began to form in my mouth, as if I wanted to suck this assholes dick!

“You know you want this. You take care of me and this will stay our little secret, yeah?” Gary said as he put his left hand on top of my head.

Think! Think! How can I get out of this?? What choice do I have now? I did not want to suck this guy’s dick but he’s willing to keep it a secret…

My choice was made. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. I smelled the masculine musk that came from his sweat and balls.

“Mmm” I let out am involuntarily moan. Did I actually want this? No! I was trying to fight against my natural instinct. My body was telling me I wanted to suck his cock. My own average length cock began to get hard underneath my cheekies as I began to use my right hand to stroke him while bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, good girl. Suck daddy’s cock”. Gary said as he pushed my head and his dick deeper into my mouth and eventually, to my throat. “You like this don’t you Leslie? Even your name is a girl’s name… Ahghhh” Gary said as he moaned in pleasure.

I began to pick up a rhythm and it soon felt like I was a pro (even though this was my first blowjob!). I swirled my tongue around Gary’s dick and focused on his vocal sounds to know what was pleasurable for him. I soon started to rub his balls and even licked and sucked on them occasionally as his cock rested on my face.

“Look up at me bitch” I heard Gary say. I looked up, my eyes wide, his cock fully in my mouth, only to see a flash of a camera. This son of a bitch just took a photo of me with his dick in my mouth! Before I could react, Gary took my head and forced his cock deep down my throat, gagging me to tears. He then began pumping his cock into me as gutteral sounds of me gagging continued. Gary pulled out at the last second and began stroking his cock above my face, releasing string after string of cum which splashed into my eyes, forehead, nose, and mouth. I moaned loudly, as did Gary, as he came all over my face.

“You’re mine now. I own you”. Gary said as he waved the Polaroid picture of me sucking his cock in front of my face. “You do what daddy tells you from now on”.

Part 2 will conclude day 2 and 3 (will be released in a week)

Part 3 will conclude day 3 and 4 and finish the story