Postcards from Sex Camp #2: Much Ado About Butt Plugs

For Postcard #1, click here.

IT’S 4:00 ON FRIDAY and I have to report to a class called Anal Aerobics.

In the Make-Out Room, a woman who goes by the name of Strap-On Jo is cleaning a variety of dildos, butt plugs, and other insertables with antifungal wipes.

Everyone who has turned out for the class are couples and groupings, including a muscular man and his two slaves, both women. Fantastic. I am not in the mood to play with my own ass. Sometimes being single at sex camp is a drag.

And then I spot Nero, a Zero Mostellesque man in a kilt and vest. We’d chatted briefly online; I had asked him to teach me prostate massage. He’s probably here for himself. But he’s an affable, easygoing fellow—maybe he’ll be seized with camp spirit and play with me instead.

What the hell. It’s sex camp, right?

—Hey Nero, I say, summoning perky, fuckable. Wanna put things in my butt?

He grins and feigns shock. Really! How dare you.

There is much ado about butt plugs, and we all sort and hem and haw until we’ve chosen our implements and covered them with condoms. I pick the curved lumpy guy I’ve seen on the Babeland website. Chux are spread; lube packets are opened. I kneel with my ass in the air and Nero gets to work.

—Stay on the outside with your finger, Jo instructs. Begin at 12 and work your way around the clock. Press into the tension. If you’re on the receiving end, breathe into the tense spots and relaaaaaax.

My asshole is not relaxing, probably because this is all too much for the poor dear, getting fingered by a stranger in a room full of strangers.

Once our partners are inside, Jo directs their fingers to the “back” of the rectum to where the parasympathetic nervous system descends and gathers in groups of nerve bundles.

—Instead of fight or flight, this is rest and digest, she says, opposite where one would find the opposite side of the prostate or g-spot.

I feel Nero slide his fingers around to the posterior of my posterior and laughter comes bubbling out of me; he has tapped a reserve of giggles hiding in my butt, and I can’t stem the tide. The couple next to us—a busty cute curlytop and a gent in suspenders—assure Nero that I’m okay, just laughing, because I can’t stop laughing long enough to tell him.

After our partners have turned their attentions to the other side of the anal canal, it’s insertable time. Nero eases my plug inside me, assertively but with care. His ministrations have done the trick too well, and my lumpy plug feels insufficient.

—How are you doing?

—I need something bigger.

—We need bigger, Nero calls to Jo.

Jo gives us a fat frosty-pink dildo that looks huge to me, but it turns out it’s exactly what my ass is craving. I put my head down and let out a series of guttural moans. I hear some amused noises from the group.

—If you’d like to have sex, you can do that now, Jo announces to the class.

I look at Nero. He’s given me this lovely warmed-up asshole; it seems only right that he gets to fuck it. He continues working my asshole with the frosty pink dildo while I suck him hard; he rolls on a condom. He gets inside for a few strokes, but we’re both too distracted by class chatter and the wrap-up. We agree to finish another time.

Boosty, from Toys in Babeland. Highly recommended. Buy it now.

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After dinner, it’s Life Size Games in Caligula’s Arcade. Hangman with rope suspensions, that sort of thing. I play a version of Battleship with fire cupping. Lit matches are placed inside small glass vessels; the resulting vacuum holds the cup fast to my flesh.

Then…I see the man I flirted with in the cafeteria, my blue-eyed boy with the sweet mouth. Hot damn, I think, here we go.

I approach him and we embrace, chat. His name is Parker. We play a game called Dirty Pictionary where we draw on each other instead of paper; we draw sex camp-related things like “safe word” and “clitoris.”

When the game is over, I’m anxious to make my move.

—Mind giving me a hand? I hand him a container of baby wipes.

—Not at all. He bends me over on a chair, pushes his crotch into my ass. I survey the room and I see Sebastian, the guy who emailed me about a rope playdate. I’m excited; I’ve never played with ropes before and he is super fucking cute in person. My type to a T: nerdy, dirty, and flirty. His eyes meet mine and for a moment I freeze. Here I am, tits swaying in the breeze, cock nestled in my ass, perving on a potential playdate, while getting cleaned up by another one. What a slut! I’m a little embarrassed, but just a little. More than that, I’m proud of myself. I have game.

What the hell, right? It’s sex camp. So I mouth “hi” and wave to Sebastian.

He mouths hi and waves back. I feel a thrill go up the back of my knees.

Meanwhile, Parker has finished cleaning me up.

—So are we going to go make out?

Parker and I make smalltalk on our walk across camp to the brothel’s VIP room, but all I can think about is getting his clothes off. He is so beautiful naked I can feel saliva pooling in my mouth. He’s naked, muscular, skin soft like velvet, and I’m naked; his cock is in my hand and then my mouth and he’s moaning and it’s the best sound ever. Parker pushes his fingers inside me once, twice, three times.

—You just squirted. His eyes are wide with amazement.

—Really? I get really wet, but I don’t think I squirt.

But then things did sound a bit…sloshy.

He shakes his head. You definitely squirted. May I?

—Of course.

I recline again as Parker crouches at my side, working his fingers, palm up, in and out of my cunt. Something tremendous gathers inside me and bursts forth, and this time there is no mistaking it; I am squirting, shaking, laughing as I erupt everywhere, on his legs, chest, sheets, my face. Confusion: I’m not peeing but there’s something coming out of my pee hole. Parker is greedy and he goes back for more until the convulsions of my body become too much to bear and I beg him to stop.

We cuddle and chat until my legs stop shaking, then clean up the bed. I walk Parker up to the dungeon and as I’m heading back, I see Nero.

—Hey baby, I call out. We have unfinished business.

—Damn right, he calls back. Let’s get that ass fucked.