The Hike Part 2

The same Juvenile Officer that sent me on the hike was lecturing me again, and he was absolutely right. No fifteen yesr old really respects authority and I was worse than most. Kurt, the person of authority on the hike had buttfucked me, as had Matt, the person we had authorized to lead us back. It is hard to respect people like that rather they have authority or not. Kurt got what was coming to him and so did Matt. The base was in sight about two miles away when we all jumped him. He could have easily taken us one on one, but all five of us together managed to get him face down on the ground where I kicked him so hard in the 'nads that I bruised my toe through the heavy hiking boot. We carried him the rest of the way in and said he had fallen on a rock. Kurt was in tough shape when they picked him up, but he couldn't blow the whistle on us without us burning him for molesting us.

"I gave you every chance to straighten up, Porter, and you blew it. Do you really expect me to believe your explanation of why you broke open a cigarette machine?"

"I don't care if you believe it or not." I answered defiantly.

"Well, I'm going to recommend to the court that you spend all summer out at the Youth Work Camp. That will give you a chance to get a handle on why you get pissed off and do stupid things. This is also your last chance, and one more violation will put you in a reformatory until you're eighteen and then into prison. Don't blow it again."

A lot of things had pissed me off in the last two years. I was still a virgin, and that pissed me off, Kurt had really hurt me and that pissed me off, then Matt had humiliated me by planting his goop im my ass and that pissed me off. I had struggled and hollered during the demeaning act, but his dick wasn't large enough to hurt me like Kurt's had, and it had actually felt kind of good, like taking a big dump, and it really pissed me off that I had liked it.

A car picked me and another miscreant up and drove us to the camp. Unlike the hike, which six of us had undertaken together, the camp was an ongoing enterprise that kids from thirteen to seventeen filtered through on an ongoing basis.

It was located deep in the forest and looked like it covered about a square mile of ground. Groups of youths, all dressed in uniforms, were all around the place cutting and piling brush, and we had seen Cool Hand Luke type work groups along the road into the place.

The processing center was like that at the start of the hike, but the people were a lot more rude. They had me strip in full view of a fat old nurse and then squat for a body cavity check. She probed up my ass hard enough to hurt and I flinched in pain, but she just told me in a low voice to 'get used to it,kid.'

'Oh shit!' I thought. 'Not more perverts like Kurt.'

I was then issued work clothes and boots as well as exercise shorts and tennis shoes, and was led, still naked, to the barracks and assigned a bunk. The other guys were just getting in as I finished dressing. An older guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, was in charge.

"Hello, Porter. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Matt! What the shit are you doing here?"

"Watch your language, Porter." He showed no emotion, and he didn't act like he was going to kill me for kicking him in the balls. "I work here. Guys like me who have been in trouble and have gone straight have the ability to help kids. I'll talk to you some more later."

"So, Porter, what did you do this time?" Matt asked me later in the office.

"Well, it was like this. I saw this girl, you know? And she was smoking, so I asked her kind of smartass like if that was the only thing she sucked. She's like 'get me a pack of Virginia Slims and I'll show you', so I kicked in the front of a vending machine."

"You mean you tried to steal cigarettes to trade for a blow job? Man, you're incredible!"

We talked a bit, both of us carefully avoiding 'The Elephant in the Room", then he got up and checked the area for eavesdroppers and said.

"I had coming what you guys did to me, and I don't hold it against you, but it might help if you knew the whole story. I was thirteen and in the Boy Scouts when the Scoutmaster convinced me it would be all right if he sucked me. One thing led to another and pretty soon I was screwing him in the ass also, and he finally conned me into taking his dick up my but as well. I fought Kurt in the desert because I knew how much it hurt, but the Scoutmaster really liked me screwing him, in fact he would lie under me and almost jerk me off with his ass. He finally got run out of the Scouts and right after that I got interested in girls and never messed with a guy again until the desert trip. Once you get used to sex on a regular basis it is hard to be satisfied with just beating your meat and getting raped by Kurt popped something loose in my head. I sincerely apologize for what I did to you guys, but I'll tell you something else."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I hurt the other guys when I took them in the ass, only not so much as Kurt had, but you were moving around under me just like that Scoutmaster had done and I think that you liked it."

My face got hot with embarrassment and I was ready to run from the room when he stopped me.

"Settle down. It doesn't mean anything if you did like it because you haven't goten any from a girl yet. Once you get laid good and propper you will know for sure which way you're wired, and I'd advise you to do that when you get out of here."

I soon settled into the routine of the camp. We were roused out every morning early for an hour of jogging or other PE followed by a shower and breakfast. We went out to work around the camp until about two or three when we came back in, showered again, and met for counseling sessions. Each of us worked in the kitchen or laundry one day a week, and most of us had Sunday off to just lay around and read, play ball, or watch TV.

We had finished our workout one morning and were showering when I noticed that Steve, the guy next to me, had a hard on. A boner gets noticed in a room with forty limp dicks and I couldn't help but stare.

"You want some of this?" He asked, noticing me looking at him. We were a normal bunch of healthy teenagers and even though there was little privacy in the camp we all masturbated. The shower and toilets were open, so unless we could slip away outside for a few minutes most of us did it slowly in our bunks into a sock. Not Steve. He shook the whole barracks with his pounding and woke us up so often that someone complained and he had to be told clean up his act. He was seventeen and fully grown, short and stocky but not fat, and his crotch hair extended upwards over his chest and back, and unlike the rest of us he had to shave every day. His boner was shorter than mine by an inch but much thicker.

"No thanks." I answered.

"Then quit looking at me like a hungry dog does a bone."

I turned away from him to finish dressing and saw that Matt had taken it all in. Matt always ran or worked out with us but he waited until we had gone to eat before he showered.

I pulled laundry duty with Steve a couple of weeks later.

"Hey Porter." He said after we had started the machines. I turned to see what he wanted, and saw that he had his dick out and was stroking it. "Pull yours out and we'll do each other."

"Blow me!" I said, insultingly. No way in hell was I going to jerk off with him.

"Okay." He said, and then he sat down on the floor and scooted up to me with his mouth open.

I should have left the room, I could have asked for a different partner, And I normally would have just brushed it off and continued working. I knew that what he was proposing was morally and legally wrong, so I dropped my pants and turned to face him. I might have been able to close my eyes and imagine it was a girl working away down there if he hadn't needed a shave, and although his stubble irritated the tender skin of my thighs it felt really good and I wished it could have gone on longer. He pulled off of me after my first spurt in his mouth and he caught the next two of his face. He wiped himself off, and I cleaned up, pulled my pants back up, and went back to work without saying a word.

"Now it's your turn." He said, dropping his pants.

"No Way." I had finally decided to take the moral high road.

He had me in an arm lock and was forcing me to the floor when the door opened and Matt walked in.

"What the hell's going on?" He asked surveying the scene and Steves erection. "Porter, you finish the laundry. Steve, you go to the administrator's office and wait for me."

"Did you have sex with Steve?" Matt asked me later in his office.

"Not really. He wanted to blow me, so I let him. His dick never touched me."

"Porter , you have a real problem with sex. First you get caught stealing rubbers for sex, and then you went down for stealing smokes for sex. You'd better learn to control your desires or you'll wind up in prison and what Kurt did to you in the desert will happen every day of your life."

"You told me that you fucked us because you were used to having sex. How do you manage out here?" I asked him. "Do you take boys out behind the bushes now and then?"

He got so red that I thought he might hit me, but instead he locked the door and dropped his pants.

'Oh shit!' I thought, 'now I've done it!'

"Which ever one of you guys it was that kicked me in the balls did me a big favor." He said as he turned to face me.

The first thing that caught my eye was that the inside of his thigh had ben shaved bare and there was a band-aid there. It wasn't until he lifted his dick that I could see that he had no balls.

"The kick twisted them up and they didn't take me to the hospital until it was too late. The patch meters testosterone into me so that I can maintain most male functions. Before that kick I had so much in me that I was horny all of the time and out of control. I told you I was sent on the hike for grabbing a purse, but that was a lie. I tried to pick up a hooker who was actually an undercover decoy cop. Each of us on that hike was there because we had broken a Sex Crimes Act law. If you had shoplifted a candy bar you would have gotten off, but because they were rubbers, which are only used for sex, you had to go on the hike. If you had broken open the machine for cigarettes to smoke instead of trade for sex you wouldn't be here. Kurt wasn't lying when he said it was his duty to fuck us; it was part of his job and he had to, and if it hadn't happened to you there someone out here would have done it to you. You're only hope is to get control of your body, and soon, or the state will order you to be chemically castrated and if that doesn't work they'll do the real thing."

"They can't do that, can they?" I asked, amazed at what Matt had said.

"You bet your ass they can. The Governor had a mandate to stop sex crimes when he was elected and the legislature went along with him and passed the laws about three years ago. One more fall, as you know, will send you to the reformatory, and every kid up there has to be chemically or physically nutted. That's where Steve is headed tomorrow, as forcing you to the floor while he had a hard on is a form of sexual assault, and since assault is a violent crime they'll castrate him first."

"That sucks! We were just sort of playing around!" I said, knowing full well that Steve had every intention of fucking me or forcing me to suck him off.

"You can tell that to a judge if you want, but it won't make any difference. Steve was sent here for trying to molest a boy, and he'll keep on trying as long as he's able. Do some other kid a favor and let him get what he deserves."

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I left the farm that fall and went back to school. Matt's final advice to me was that I consider what I thought about when I masturbated, as straight guys think about girls and gays fantasize about guys. I was straight by his yardstick and I started to date as soon as I could. I learned that I really like sex, and that I have the capacity to love girls as well. Mom was out for the evening, so I invited a girl over to watch TV with me. Later we were both naked and curled up together on my bed, and I was telling her that I loved her and she was softly crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "didn't you like it?"

"I told you to stop. She said between sobs. "You raped me!"