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Camp Waves
Camp Waves was the best summer camp in the world. That is what the brochure said anyway. The waiting list to get in was a mile long, and the tuition for just the summer months would pay for a year at any Ivy League College.
For the counselors who actually ran the place, the pay sucked, but what the hell. It was free room and board on a perfect island in the middle of the South Pacific. Camp Waves was a summer sport camp on a tiny island in the South Pacific owned by a some eccentric millionaire that nobody ever met. The main prerequisite to work there was the ability to excel in one of the several sports that were taught as part of the curriculum. If you were in shape and a great surfer or gymnast then you had a chance at getting a job.
The clients were all sons of wealthy Europeans, mostly Russian, usually junior high and high school age, and counselors were American college students. It was an all-boys camp, and by the end of each summer, all the guys would have their share of each other.
Ryan was college student who attended Yale. He took the job to get away from it all, and he loved everything about the camp, from the communal showers, to the long hours of afternoon diving practice. Everyone on the island was horny as hell, and the orgies in the locker room were pretty intense.
The campers were all prescreened for anything contagious before they got on the island. As far as the counselors were concerned, the kids had free reign to raw fuck as much as they wanted. They were teens, and it was inevitable and expected. If their fathers choose a single sex camp for their son’s coming of age it was usually for one reason. The choice of having a son who could suck cock versus having an unwanted pregnancy to deal with was easy for most dads.
The goal of the counselors was to teach the campers to have a good time while maintaining discipline. It wasn’t always easy. The counselors had a lot of trouble keeping some of them in line. After all, they were rich high-spirited teen brats. A 20 year-old screaming at 17 year-old doesn’t have much of an effect. But the counselors knew how to use the power of fear with chilling effect.
The counselors used physical punishment as a means of keeping their charges in line. This sometimes took the form of paddling or belting for small offenses, but for anything more than the slightest offense, the counselors would hang the offender on the spot, wherever they were, sometimes to death. Or so they made it look.
Real trouble cases were hanged to passing out in front of a crowd. The boy would be revived behind closed doors. Once he came around he would be tortured until he learned the importance of keeping the island a secret. He would be sedated and then secretly deported from the island in a casket all the way home. Most guys woke up half way home and had to try not to go crazy locked up in the casket. The fathers were required to sign a contract that explicitly approved of all forms of punishment used on the island. Once home, even the meanest-hard ass guys were docile to their dads.
The counselors each carried a coil of rope on their belts. This also served to identify who the counselors were.
To make the threat of hanging real, at the beginning of each summer, the head counselor would hang another counselor. This was all staged of course. The victim would kick and twist, gasping and drooling for all to see. When his struggles stopped, the curtains would be quickly closed, and the guy cut down and revived.
The guy on “Rope Duty” always got a big hard on and had a big orgasm that was impossible for the teens not to see. Part of the humiliation of hanging a student was stripping him naked first.
Hanging for the campers was a kind of honor amongst the counselors. They all wanted to “Do the Dance.” Six or seven auditions were held before the campers arrived, and the guy with the most athletic body who looked most convincing was chosen to hang by secret ballot.
The kids always were too shocked to notice what the guy looked like and didn’t seem to recognize his face when seeing him later, after the bruises faded from his neck. Well, the victim’s face was usually so twisted and discolored from the noose that he was never recognized.
The counselors rarely had to actually enforce the hanging policy, because the kids knew from day one that they were serious and a little crazy. They came home from camp so well behaved that the camp had developed a great reputation, and there was a long list of qualified students. Acceptance came down to athletic talent, good looks (they all had to donate sperm weekly), and whose dad could fork up the most tuition.
So everything worked fine, without a hitch, until last year when the guy who won the audition, Ryan, got an idea. Ryan had danced the year before and was totally turned on by it, maybe turned on a little too much. The orgasm was great, but there was just something missing. He wanted more.
Ryan was the most extreme of all the staff members. He was a champion gymnast until three years ago when he had a bad ankle injury. That ruined a promising career as an Olympic athlete. He took up diving instead, but he could never quite make it at the world competitions.
He turned heads wherever he went. Even though he wasn’t training for the Olympics, his body still had that lean athletic look that only elite gymnasts attain.
He had the face of angel, and a voracious appetite for raw sex. Even at 21 years of age he looked more like 17. He had the best body on the island and loved to show it off. Ryan loved coming back to camp year after year and fucking the fresh-faced boys. They all got off on his body. Even the ones who thought they were straight back home wanted to ride his bone. Getting boned by Ryan was the major status symbol on the island. No one was hip until he had them. This year would be his last at camp. He just graduated from college. And was supposed to start Harvard Law in the fall. Only he had other ideas.
You see, as fun as hanging for the campers was (the orgasm at the end was truly intense), there was something unpleasant about it, something deceitful Ryan thought. He remembered the look of shock and amazement on the camper’s faces as he shot his load and turned blue. They all thought he was really dying.
When he was hanging by his neck, the excitement was the feeling of slowly dying... but deep down, it was all wrong, because he knew he was going to be cut down at any minute. Every day he thought about that rope and what it would be like to hang for real. Each time he sank his meat into a tight ass or fucked a cute boy’s throat, he thought of doing it for real. The thought of strangling on the rope drove him to a massive climax every time. It was what turned him on. He couldn’t get hard without thinking about the smell and feel of the rope on his neck.
It was the night before the campers arrived. He fed his meat to his fuck buddy Scott, the head counselor. Scott was the best cock sucker on the island. He was a gymnast, a little smaller than Ryan, and blonde. Scott put his whole being into pleasing Ryan. Scott would bear any pain or unpleasantness to please Ryan. Anything was OK as long as Ryan got off on it.
Ryan slammed himself into the lithe gymnast’s mouth and throat, squeezing his supple neck. The gasping and gurgling noises were like music to Ryan as he imagined the noose clenching his own throat. He squeezed Scott’s neck until his blue eyes rolled up into his head and Scott started to pass out. Ryan creamed Scott’s mouth as he imagined his own body hanging high, perfect muscles pulling taught, cock hard, blasting the ultimate load as he faced his own death. He held Scott in his arms as Scott caught his breath.
Now, deep down inside, he knew what he must do.
He would face the rope for real. No more fake hanging. When Scott pulled him up on the noose, then for the first time this year’s hanging would be real, for him, for everybody. Ryan would make sure that when he was finally cut down, that the noose had done the job it was designed to do.
Normally counselors were on the rope for only about two minutes, just long enough to cum really hard without causing brain damage, just long enough to be convincing to the campers.
After he had cum, Ryan held Scott close and stroked Scott’s hard cock slowly. He said, “When I hang tomorrow, leave me in the noose for a full three hours.”
He felt Scott’s body tighten as he said it.
Scott said, “You can’t be serious. I can’t do that! Three hours will be fatal. You can’t do it!”
“I can’t do it, alone, Scotty, but we can do it together!” Ryan said as he stroked Scott’s shaft. He knew his offer was getting to Scott. He had never felt Scott’s cock so big or hard. “Imagine lying on the floor under me. You watch amazed at the strength of my body as I struggle to breathe. My belly is rippled and my chest burns and heaves trying to suck in air, but the rope is tight. I turn purple and blue. My cock is high. I quiver and shoot my juice all over your hot body. Then I am still, dead still, forever. Later when you cum you see stars, knowing that you hanged my body for all the campers to see. Fuck me if you want, once I am dead. I know you always wanted my cherry!”
Ryan’s words echoed in Scott’s mind as a deep rumble started in his loins. “Fuck me if you want, once I am dead. I know you always wanted my cherry!”
“Oh fuck!!! I’m cumming!” whispered Scott.
Ryan kissed Scott hard on the lips as Scott released his cum into Ryan’s hand. Scott’s eyes rolled deep in his head as waves of intense pleasure washed over him. He couldn’t believe that Ryan was offering himself up as a human sacrifice. He couldn’t believe how hard it made him to think of doing that to Ryan. His cock said do it, but his mind screamed no!!!
“I can’t do it! I love you Ryan!!!” said Scott.
“That is why you will do it, to please me, and because you would love to see the cock that strangled you so many times hanging like a side of beef. Think of the power and control I am giving you, letting you use me like that! All of the counselors want to fuck me, but you get to really use me, rape me! Have me for a luau the next day. Eat my lean meat!!! That will be hot!”
They looked into each others face and eyes. Scott rolled his body onto Ryan and their hardness rubbed belly to belly. Against all reason they both knew that tomorrow night’s hanging would be real.
“Follow me!” said Scott.
They were both hard again and raced naked to the kitchen. They made love again there in the moonlight. Ryan lay on the butcher-block table while Scott sat impaled on his hard shaft. They both smiled devilishly as Scott sharpened the knives while Ryan fucked him. Ryan plowed Scott’s ass as Ryan imagined gasping, choking, and blowing his death cum for Scott and the teenagers. Scott studied every muscle on Ryan’s tight lean body and planned how to gut and carve the stud beneath him, imaging the taste of the cooked flesh probing his ass.
The campers arrived by boat on the island the next afternoon. Ryan lay low all day. That night they put on a good show. Ryan mixed in with the students pretending to be one of them. During the student orientation Ryan was rude and made a lot of noise during Scott’s orientation speech in the auditorium. His punishment was swift. Six counselor’s ganged up on Ryan and dragged him onto the stage. They stripped him naked as he protested in perfect Russian.
Scott announced to the teens, “Without discipline you are barbarians! If you learn nothing else this summer you will learn the meaning of discipline, and you will learn it now!!! This is how we punish men who can’t follow the rules. Rule one is do not speak when I am speaking!”
Ryan begged for help from the other teens in Russian, but they were spellbound and afraid. None of them wanted to join Ryan on stage. A thick rope was tossed down from the stage catwalk. Scott noosed Ryan tight and tied his wrists behind his back. Scott weighed Ryan’s perfect hairless balls in his hand and played with them until he was hard.
“You are sure you want this?” he said so only Ryan could hear.
“God Yes! Do me!!! I’ve dreamt of doing this since the first time I came here!” hissed Ryan through clenched even white teeth.
Scott squeezed his balls until Ryan screamed.
“You have the honor of being an example for this group of fine young men. Do you have anything to say?”
His reply in thick Russian, “Fuck you! Asshole!!! See you in Hell!”
Then Scott hauled on the rope, slowly raising naked Ryan off the floor. The stage was perfectly lit to show off his body. He looked lean, athletic, muscular all over. His cock was hard as he stood high on his toes. His calves were full and rounded, they burned with exhaustion as he tried to balance his body weight on his long perfect toes.
The students gasped as Ryan’s feet floated high into the air. The muscles in his chest and belly looked huge as he struggled to breathe. Ryan’s eyes became huge as the rope hugged his neck. He realized that this was it. He was dying for his teen spectators. At least 500 amazed athletic guys looked on as his ripped body swayed on the rope. It pleased Ryan to see the guys in the front row with obscene bulges in their clothing.
Scott tied the rope to a post and took his place in the shadows under Ryan, shedding all clothing. The other counselors all stripped as well.
The teens took his cue and liberated their hard organs. Sweat beaded up all over their bodies. Every muscle in Ryan’s body struggled in the vain effort to breathe. Scott felt his hard cock thrum with each heart beat as he watched his friend and lover slowly turn purple and then blue. Ryan danced beautifully. Long smooth tan legs stretched downwards, toes scraping the warm island air. High arched feet waved slowly at Scott’s body.
Scotty watched as Ryan pushed his cock forward towards him. “This is it he thought, here it comes!”
With his last breath of air Ryan let out a satisfied groan that sent chills down the spine of everyone listening. His back arched and quivering toes curled as he shot wad after wad of fresh boy cum that showered Scott. Six, seven bolts of cream spattered down on Scott’s belly as they all watched Ryan die with a satisfied grin. His dead purple tongue slowly pushed out. At last he was still, motionless.
Scattered grunts and groans issued from the audience in appreciation of the pleasure Ryan had given them. Then there was stone silence.
Ryan’s cock slowly became heavy and pointed down at Scott. Ryan’s piss dribbled between long-straight toes splashing noisily onto Scott below. The stage lights blacked out, curtain closed. The auditorium lights came on glaring bright.
The dream state of Ryan’s death was dispelled. Scott blew his whistle and warned the campers to follow orders and all rules. He barked at the counselors to get them to bed. In the commotion that followed Ryan was left to hang behind the curtain.
Scott was alone with the body. There was no pulse. He gently licked the salt off the chest and belly. He buried his face between the delicious muscular ass cheeks and laved the tight rosebud that he had worshipped so many times before. He lowered the body to standing height and pushed his way into Ryan’s meaty ass, where no man had been before. Scott made love to the body for a full three hours, enjoying every moment, spraying his seed repeatedly into the moist tightness of the athlete’s corpse. The bones in Ryan’s neck burst from the forceful humping, and Scott stretched the neck a full three inches as his used his hot dead friend.
When Scott finally took Ryan down, the body was drenched in cum, cool and very dead. Scott loaded the body on a cart and wheeled it to the kitchen. He fucked him one last time on the cafeteria butcher-block table. Then he drained and gutted the body. The campers never guessed what or who was roasted for the luau the next day. They gorged themselves on Ryan’s delicious long pig meat. The memory of his death cum made them all hungry for sex. That night they had their first orgy. It was the best summer they would ever know.
Camp Waves was the best summer camp in the world. That is what the brochure said anyway. The waiting list to get in was a mile long, and the tuition for just the summer months would pay for a year at any Ivy League College.
For the counselors who actually ran the place, the pay sucked, but what the hell. It was free room and board on a perfect island in the middle of the South Pacific. Camp Waves was a summer sport camp on a tiny island in the South Pacific owned by a some eccentric millionaire that nobody ever met. The main prerequisite to work there was the ability to excel in one of the several sports that were taught as part of the curriculum. If you were in shape and a great surfer or gymnast then you had a chance at getting a job.
The clients were all sons of wealthy Europeans, mostly Russian, usually junior high and high school age, and counselors were American college students. It was an all-boys camp, and by the end of each summer, all the guys would have their share of each other.
Ryan was college student who attended Yale. He took the job to get away from it all, and he loved everything about the camp, from the communal showers, to the long hours of afternoon diving practice. Everyone on the island was horny as hell, and the orgies in the locker room were pretty intense.
The campers were all prescreened for anything contagious before they got on the island. As far as the counselors were concerned, the kids had free reign to raw fuck as much as they wanted. They were teens, and it was inevitable and expected. If their fathers choose a single sex camp for their son’s coming of age it was usually for one reason. The choice of having a son who could suck cock versus having an unwanted pregnancy to deal with was easy for most dads.
The goal of the counselors was to teach the campers to have a good time while maintaining discipline. It wasn’t always easy. The counselors had a lot of trouble keeping some of them in line. After all, they were rich high-spirited teen brats. A 20 year-old screaming at 17 year-old doesn’t have much of an effect. But the counselors knew how to use the power of fear with chilling effect.
The counselors used physical punishment as a means of keeping their charges in line. This sometimes took the form of paddling or belting for small offenses, but for anything more than the slightest offense, the counselors would hang the offender on the spot, wherever they were, sometimes to death. Or so they made it look.
Real trouble cases were hanged to passing out in front of a crowd. The boy would be revived behind closed doors. Once he came around he would be tortured until he learned the importance of keeping the island a secret. He would be sedated and then secretly deported from the island in a casket all the way home. Most guys woke up half way home and had to try not to go crazy locked up in the casket. The fathers were required to sign a contract that explicitly approved of all forms of punishment used on the island. Once home, even the meanest-hard ass guys were docile to their dads.
The counselors each carried a coil of rope on their belts. This also served to identify who the counselors were.
To make the threat of hanging real, at the beginning of each summer, the head counselor would hang another counselor. This was all staged of course. The victim would kick and twist, gasping and drooling for all to see. When his struggles stopped, the curtains would be quickly closed, and the guy cut down and revived.
The guy on “Rope Duty” always got a big hard on and had a big orgasm that was impossible for the teens not to see. Part of the humiliation of hanging a student was stripping him naked first.
Hanging for the campers was a kind of honor amongst the counselors. They all wanted to “Do the Dance.” Six or seven auditions were held before the campers arrived, and the guy with the most athletic body who looked most convincing was chosen to hang by secret ballot.
The kids always were too shocked to notice what the guy looked like and didn’t seem to recognize his face when seeing him later, after the bruises faded from his neck. Well, the victim’s face was usually so twisted and discolored from the noose that he was never recognized.
The counselors rarely had to actually enforce the hanging policy, because the kids knew from day one that they were serious and a little crazy. They came home from camp so well behaved that the camp had developed a great reputation, and there was a long list of qualified students. Acceptance came down to athletic talent, good looks (they all had to donate sperm weekly), and whose dad could fork up the most tuition.
So everything worked fine, without a hitch, until last year when the guy who won the audition, Ryan, got an idea. Ryan had danced the year before and was totally turned on by it, maybe turned on a little too much. The orgasm was great, but there was just something missing. He wanted more.
Ryan was the most extreme of all the staff members. He was a champion gymnast until three years ago when he had a bad ankle injury. That ruined a promising career as an Olympic athlete. He took up diving instead, but he could never quite make it at the world competitions.
He turned heads wherever he went. Even though he wasn’t training for the Olympics, his body still had that lean athletic look that only elite gymnasts attain.
He had the face of angel, and a voracious appetite for raw sex. Even at 21 years of age he looked more like 17. He had the best body on the island and loved to show it off. Ryan loved coming back to camp year after year and fucking the fresh-faced boys. They all got off on his body. Even the ones who thought they were straight back home wanted to ride his bone. Getting boned by Ryan was the major status symbol on the island. No one was hip until he had them. This year would be his last at camp. He just graduated from college. And was supposed to start Harvard Law in the fall. Only he had other ideas.
You see, as fun as hanging for the campers was (the orgasm at the end was truly intense), there was something unpleasant about it, something deceitful Ryan thought. He remembered the look of shock and amazement on the camper’s faces as he shot his load and turned blue. They all thought he was really dying.
When he was hanging by his neck, the excitement was the feeling of slowly dying... but deep down, it was all wrong, because he knew he was going to be cut down at any minute. Every day he thought about that rope and what it would be like to hang for real. Each time he sank his meat into a tight ass or fucked a cute boy’s throat, he thought of doing it for real. The thought of strangling on the rope drove him to a massive climax every time. It was what turned him on. He couldn’t get hard without thinking about the smell and feel of the rope on his neck.
It was the night before the campers arrived. He fed his meat to his fuck buddy Scott, the head counselor. Scott was the best cock sucker on the island. He was a gymnast, a little smaller than Ryan, and blonde. Scott put his whole being into pleasing Ryan. Scott would bear any pain or unpleasantness to please Ryan. Anything was OK as long as Ryan got off on it.
Ryan slammed himself into the lithe gymnast’s mouth and throat, squeezing his supple neck. The gasping and gurgling noises were like music to Ryan as he imagined the noose clenching his own throat. He squeezed Scott’s neck until his blue eyes rolled up into his head and Scott started to pass out. Ryan creamed Scott’s mouth as he imagined his own body hanging high, perfect muscles pulling taught, cock hard, blasting the ultimate load as he faced his own death. He held Scott in his arms as Scott caught his breath.
Now, deep down inside, he knew what he must do.
He would face the rope for real. No more fake hanging. When Scott pulled him up on the noose, then for the first time this year’s hanging would be real, for him, for everybody. Ryan would make sure that when he was finally cut down, that the noose had done the job it was designed to do.
Normally counselors were on the rope for only about two minutes, just long enough to cum really hard without causing brain damage, just long enough to be convincing to the campers.
After he had cum, Ryan held Scott close and stroked Scott’s hard cock slowly. He said, “When I hang tomorrow, leave me in the noose for a full three hours.”
He felt Scott’s body tighten as he said it.
Scott said, “You can’t be serious. I can’t do that! Three hours will be fatal. You can’t do it!”
“I can’t do it, alone, Scotty, but we can do it together!” Ryan said as he stroked Scott’s shaft. He knew his offer was getting to Scott. He had never felt Scott’s cock so big or hard. “Imagine lying on the floor under me. You watch amazed at the strength of my body as I struggle to breathe. My belly is rippled and my chest burns and heaves trying to suck in air, but the rope is tight. I turn purple and blue. My cock is high. I quiver and shoot my juice all over your hot body. Then I am still, dead still, forever. Later when you cum you see stars, knowing that you hanged my body for all the campers to see. Fuck me if you want, once I am dead. I know you always wanted my cherry!”
Ryan’s words echoed in Scott’s mind as a deep rumble started in his loins. “Fuck me if you want, once I am dead. I know you always wanted my cherry!”
“Oh fuck!!! I’m cumming!” whispered Scott.
Ryan kissed Scott hard on the lips as Scott released his cum into Ryan’s hand. Scott’s eyes rolled deep in his head as waves of intense pleasure washed over him. He couldn’t believe that Ryan was offering himself up as a human sacrifice. He couldn’t believe how hard it made him to think of doing that to Ryan. His cock said do it, but his mind screamed no!!!
“I can’t do it! I love you Ryan!!!” said Scott.
“That is why you will do it, to please me, and because you would love to see the cock that strangled you so many times hanging like a side of beef. Think of the power and control I am giving you, letting you use me like that! All of the counselors want to fuck me, but you get to really use me, rape me! Have me for a luau the next day. Eat my lean meat!!! That will be hot!”
They looked into each others face and eyes. Scott rolled his body onto Ryan and their hardness rubbed belly to belly. Against all reason they both knew that tomorrow night’s hanging would be real.
“Follow me!” said Scott.
They were both hard again and raced naked to the kitchen. They made love again there in the moonlight. Ryan lay on the butcher-block table while Scott sat impaled on his hard shaft. They both smiled devilishly as Scott sharpened the knives while Ryan fucked him. Ryan plowed Scott’s ass as Ryan imagined gasping, choking, and blowing his death cum for Scott and the teenagers. Scott studied every muscle on Ryan’s tight lean body and planned how to gut and carve the stud beneath him, imaging the taste of the cooked flesh probing his ass.
The campers arrived by boat on the island the next afternoon. Ryan lay low all day. That night they put on a good show. Ryan mixed in with the students pretending to be one of them. During the student orientation Ryan was rude and made a lot of noise during Scott’s orientation speech in the auditorium. His punishment was swift. Six counselor’s ganged up on Ryan and dragged him onto the stage. They stripped him naked as he protested in perfect Russian.
Scott announced to the teens, “Without discipline you are barbarians! If you learn nothing else this summer you will learn the meaning of discipline, and you will learn it now!!! This is how we punish men who can’t follow the rules. Rule one is do not speak when I am speaking!”
Ryan begged for help from the other teens in Russian, but they were spellbound and afraid. None of them wanted to join Ryan on stage. A thick rope was tossed down from the stage catwalk. Scott noosed Ryan tight and tied his wrists behind his back. Scott weighed Ryan’s perfect hairless balls in his hand and played with them until he was hard.
“You are sure you want this?” he said so only Ryan could hear.
“God Yes! Do me!!! I’ve dreamt of doing this since the first time I came here!” hissed Ryan through clenched even white teeth.
Scott squeezed his balls until Ryan screamed.
“You have the honor of being an example for this group of fine young men. Do you have anything to say?”
His reply in thick Russian, “Fuck you! Asshole!!! See you in Hell!”
Then Scott hauled on the rope, slowly raising naked Ryan off the floor. The stage was perfectly lit to show off his body. He looked lean, athletic, muscular all over. His cock was hard as he stood high on his toes. His calves were full and rounded, they burned with exhaustion as he tried to balance his body weight on his long perfect toes.
The students gasped as Ryan’s feet floated high into the air. The muscles in his chest and belly looked huge as he struggled to breathe. Ryan’s eyes became huge as the rope hugged his neck. He realized that this was it. He was dying for his teen spectators. At least 500 amazed athletic guys looked on as his ripped body swayed on the rope. It pleased Ryan to see the guys in the front row with obscene bulges in their clothing.
Scott tied the rope to a post and took his place in the shadows under Ryan, shedding all clothing. The other counselors all stripped as well.
The teens took his cue and liberated their hard organs. Sweat beaded up all over their bodies. Every muscle in Ryan’s body struggled in the vain effort to breathe. Scott felt his hard cock thrum with each heart beat as he watched his friend and lover slowly turn purple and then blue. Ryan danced beautifully. Long smooth tan legs stretched downwards, toes scraping the warm island air. High arched feet waved slowly at Scott’s body.
Scotty watched as Ryan pushed his cock forward towards him. “This is it he thought, here it comes!”
With his last breath of air Ryan let out a satisfied groan that sent chills down the spine of everyone listening. His back arched and quivering toes curled as he shot wad after wad of fresh boy cum that showered Scott. Six, seven bolts of cream spattered down on Scott’s belly as they all watched Ryan die with a satisfied grin. His dead purple tongue slowly pushed out. At last he was still, motionless.
Scattered grunts and groans issued from the audience in appreciation of the pleasure Ryan had given them. Then there was stone silence.
Ryan’s cock slowly became heavy and pointed down at Scott. Ryan’s piss dribbled between long-straight toes splashing noisily onto Scott below. The stage lights blacked out, curtain closed. The auditorium lights came on glaring bright.
The dream state of Ryan’s death was dispelled. Scott blew his whistle and warned the campers to follow orders and all rules. He barked at the counselors to get them to bed. In the commotion that followed Ryan was left to hang behind the curtain.
Scott was alone with the body. There was no pulse. He gently licked the salt off the chest and belly. He buried his face between the delicious muscular ass cheeks and laved the tight rosebud that he had worshipped so many times before. He lowered the body to standing height and pushed his way into Ryan’s meaty ass, where no man had been before. Scott made love to the body for a full three hours, enjoying every moment, spraying his seed repeatedly into the moist tightness of the athlete’s corpse. The bones in Ryan’s neck burst from the forceful humping, and Scott stretched the neck a full three inches as his used his hot dead friend.
When Scott finally took Ryan down, the body was drenched in cum, cool and very dead. Scott loaded the body on a cart and wheeled it to the kitchen. He fucked him one last time on the cafeteria butcher-block table. Then he drained and gutted the body. The campers never guessed what or who was roasted for the luau the next day. They gorged themselves on Ryan’s delicious long pig meat. The memory of his death cum made them all hungry for sex. That night they had their first orgy. It was the best summer they would ever know.
