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The Camp Counsellor
Yes, we all remember our counselors when we were kids at camp .. and as 10 or 12 or 13 year-olds, we were in total awe of those well-muscled, well-hung 16 and 18 year-olds.
Well, believe-it-or-not, there are still summer camps -- and there are still camp counselors... and believe-it-or-not... some are even older. Looking back, I remember that it was the younger guys that had to stay in the campers' cabins, the older ones had their own place.
A lot of you guys know (from other stories of mine) that I have a retreat' bungalow in upstate New York near the MA border that I get up to every month or so -- both summer and winter. It's pretty dead' in the winter -- but I love the snow.
However, in the summer, there are several kids' summer camps within about a 10 mile radius of the town I'm in, and those staff members there who are over 21 look forward to getting out and away from "the kids" for a while at night and, of course, visit the local tavern. I discovered that fact a couple summers ago, watching as they tumbled in (and out) of the place, but really didn't act on it.
But ... the other night, I was sitting there reading a few stories I'd printed off Nifty and noticing that there weren't any new ones under the heading "Camping" (one of my own favorites). It was about 9pm, and after reading some other horny-producing stories, I was definitely feeling that way myself.
Then I remembered the last time I was at that one tavern a couple years ago and it was full of camp staff. ...so, I said to myself, " `self...' let's go see if things have changed, or are pretty much the same."
And off I went to the tavern about 3-5 miles from my place. When I walked in, it seemed to be pretty much the "local tavern" crowd. There were a lot of couples and a few old guys...and, of course, a few of the local younger, field, farm, or landscaper studs. My immediate reaction was "terminally straight !" but I ordered a pint and sat back to watch.
One of those younger guys was a nicely, tight-packed guy -- maybe 5'8", wide shoulders, big damned guns for biceps, and lots of tight curly blonde hair on his head, his arms and peeking out from his shirt collar. He also seemed to be `ten sheets to the wind' !!!
About that time he got off the stool ... very unstable and stumbling... and headed toward the men's room.
Now this particular place has an odd set-up. When you walk into the men's room, the urinal (an old all-the-way-to-the-floor model and unshielded) is directly ahead against the wall to your right. There is a toilet in a cubicle to your left, and the sink is down on your left across from the urinal. What's interesting is that as you come in the door, you have a total view of the guy standing there at the urinal -- unless, of course, he is `wearing the porcelain'.
Well this guy was not into the hide-and-hold mode. He was standing there maybe 2 feet back from the white, fired clay .. and he was holding a major piece of cut meat, trying his best to keep the stream inside the edges. He was weaving and his cock was swinging as he held as tightly as he could to the chrome flush-valve.
About that time, he stepped back and leaned forward and 15 days of his breakfasts, lunches, and dinners began to erupt.
Reacting as an old college roommate, a buddy in the army, and a father...I rushed forward and grabbed him with the "two-handed help" -- left hand on his forehead and right hand around his waist. Now I'm one of those guys that if you throw up on the floor in the room near me, I'll most likely join you and add my own puddles. However, in that type of situation, I'm amazed at what I can handle. And that's the way it was. He heaved and bucked and tossed his cookies over and over, filling the bottom of the urinal. Unfortunately, urinals are not `built' for solid materials, and he pretty much stopped that one up!!!!
However, in the meanwhile, he had backed that gorgeous, tight ass into my crotch and I was starting to get hard. Then he really started to rub it into me. It was just automatic, but my right hand moved a bit south and ran into a rampant, erect, cock!!! The next thing I knew, I had a handful of a seven-inch, throbbing, cock. Damn!! That felt good!!!
...but about then he leaned back against me and, turning toward my face, all I could smell was totally nasty vomit.
"Sorry, guy," I said, "but... well not this time ... maybe we can get together another time." And I backed away and went back out the door and called one of his buddies over and said "I think you're friend needs to get home and get some sleep."
About that time, that cute hunk walked out and staggered toward his buddy saying, "hey, I think I need to get home." Then he turned toward me, and with a really enticing smile said, "thanks guy... you really have that touch."
Trying to cover it best I could, I looked at his friend and said, "I've held a lot of puking drunks in my day ... and he sure needed help!!"
"Yeah. Thanks, dude." His friend replied. "We'll get him home."
As the three of them (yeah...another `buddy') were helping him out the door, a whole new crowd started in.
As they sat down and ordered their beers, it became apparent that they were staff from one of the camps.
For lack of a better term, all I could think was "BINGO!!"
There were six of them lined up at the bar. Two girls and four guys. And might I add... four super-hunk guys !!! the kind you would line up and suck three times around!!!
They were four of the most diverse guys you could imagine. One was the typical Nordic blonde, blue-eyed, 6'1". Number 2 was about 5'10" wide-shouldered, stocky, wrestler type with dark hair and eyes (probably Italian). Number 3 was a light, caramel-colored, guy of obviously African-american extraction, pushing 6' and with a thin but muscular build. And number 4 was a 5'6" Asian guy with a body that just hollered "grab me!!".
All I could think was ... "it's a fuckin' Chinese Buffet!!!"
I managed to crawl back onto my stool right next to them.
As I listened to their conversation, I finally got them all pegged and named... there was Charles, Tony, Skash, and Lee... and Mary and Anna. When they had all nearly downed their first pints, I called the bartender over and asked her to `set up a round on me'.
"kids being kids" or "young'ns being young'ns" ... they just turned and smiled and lifted their nearly empty glasses and said "thank you" (thank god they didn't add "sir"!!!)
Funny thing. I felt that Tony's eyes stayed a little longer than the rest. Was it real, or just wishful thinking?
Pretty soon we were all talking .. about their days at camp... and my days doing nothing... and I was actually invited to come over and see what they do at that camp.
In return, I told them that I had a retreat' nearby that I only get to every 6 or 8 weeks and that while I was there "the beer drawer is full". (some call it a vegetable crisper'.. to me it's the `beer drawer' !!! ..and I have the same thing at home!!!) ..and besides... I'm a couple miles closer to their camp than the tavern.
Being the `old perv' that I am ... I really slowed down on my beers ... While I bought them a couple more rounds... and pretty soon they were feeling their 20-year-old oats.
At the same time I was just wondering what those `oats' might have in store.
By about 1:00am they were starting to flag a bit. I was also getting a bit sleepy, so I said, "I've really gotta go. Not that I have anything to do tomorrow...but I'm just flagging down."
"Us to," someone replied.
"Well, you gotta get back to camp and get up early. But you young'ns have a much better `rebound' than us old guys."
"Your not THAT old," someone said.
"Old enough to have your fathers still call me `sir'," I added.
"No shit!" someone said.
"Yeah, that old," I replied.
"Naw... You can't be," I heard from someone.
"You don't look it ... or act it ..." I heard, finally recognizing Tony's voice.
"Thanks, Tony," I responded.
"But right now ... I need to hit the head and then hit the road."
With that I stood up and headed to the men's room.
When I was standing at the urinal and was getting rid of a few pints of beer, the door opened and Tony walked in.
"Hi," he said, as he walked up and stood right next to the urinal.
It didn't take a `rocket surgeon' to realize why he had come in and was standing there so casually, so I just flopped my cock more openly into my right hand.
Moving over next to me, he basically pushed me to the left and stood beside me as he unzipped his fly and pulled out a very nice darkish brown uncut cock. As he peeled the skin back to expose the tip of the head and the slit, he began to let a sweet stream of light yellow piss flow into the urinal, mixing with my own.
As our two streams slowed and turned to drips, he just turned more toward me and put the head of his young cock against mine, rubbing it back and forth for a minute.
"Oh, that's nice," he muttered. Would you take me home with you?" he asked, point blank.
"You bet your sweet ass -- and that gorgeous dick -- I would," I responded, using the old vernacular.
"I hoped you'd get there too," he murmured, as he smiled up at me.
..and...well...as I eventually found out...I just really met one of those staffers'. He's 22 and just finished college, working his last year as a camp counselor before "getting a real' job", and he is going to come home with me !!!
As I walked out of the men's room, I stopped at the bar and collected some of the cash that was lying there, leaving a nice tip for the bartendress (yeah, I still use `sexually different' names !!! so sue me !!!) "Have a great day tomorrow!!" I told the other kids that were still there, and I walked out to my car (okay .. so it's an SUV... so sue me twice!!)
I stood there next to the driver's door until I saw Tony come out and walk over to the passenger side. Clicking the remote to unlock the doors, I opened my side and got in. Tony didn't hesitate to open the other side and get in next to me.
Reaching over, I just rested my right hand on his left thigh.
"Nice," he said.
"So what time do you have to be back at camp tomorrow?" I asked.
"I have to be there by 7:00 am." He replied matter-of-factly. "Is that okay?"
"Well, that might be stretch for me, but we'll do it," I answered.
Somewhere on the way back to my place, his left hand found its way to my right thigh, and then into my crotch -- as my right hand moved from his thigh to the hot, hard bulge in the crotch of his cargo shorts.
As we pulled into my driveway and the motion-detector light switched on, I moved the gear-shift into Park and he repeated his earlier word, "Nice."
Being the hopeless non-conversationalist that I am, the best I could say was, "...and hope it's going to get even `nicer'."
Going up the steps and through the front porch into the front door, I latched the door behind us and led him to the master bedroom.
That bedroom (there is one, second, smaller one) is actually the largest room in the house -- even larger than the living room -- and has a king sized bed.
"Nice," he repeated, as he pulled his camp-labeled polo shirt up and over his head, revealing a nicely haired chest and those powerful shoulders I had already noticed.
"Damn!!" I said. "And that's `nice' too!! ..but... c'mon... I'm an older guy. What are you doing in my bedroom?"
"Simple enough," he responded, as he unbuckled his belt, and opened the top of his cammie cargos and let them slide down his delightfully wide thighs and legs, "I don't like the 5-minute, slap, bam, thank-you-ma'am that most of the guys my age want. I like to be taken care of'... I like to be made to feel that I'm what you really want. I like the way you so-called older guys' do it."
"So...just what do you like?" I asked.
"I like to feel a man's body next to mine. I like him to kiss me and nuzzle me. I like him to touch me and stroke me with his fingertips and lips. I also like to suck him, touch him and kiss him and have him suck me too. ...and, if it really seems to be working, I do like to have him succumb and let me fuck him. Is that okay?"
"Oh, shit!!!" was all I could say. "That sounds perfect to me!"
All I could think about was how I wanted to touch and taste him ... and how he would eventually let me feel that young, hard, throbbing, piece of manhood as it slid into my hot, demanding, insides. My whole body was trembling with anticipation.
There he was, the epitome of hot, hard, handsome, Italian stallion standing there in front of me. His incredibly wanton, uncut cock standing nearly as tall as the rest of him. The tip of the head was now uncovered, shining in it's all too enticing nearly-purple excitement, and beginning to drip with that brilliantly clear nectar that I wanted to taste.
Reaching over to me, he pulled my grey tank top over my head and quickly unloosed my belt and shorts. And there I was...standing face-to-face.. my cock harder than it had been in quite a while!!!
He just reached around me, pulled me to him, and let our two raging cocks taste one another.
"Awwwww fuckkkk!" he moaned.
"Awwwww fuckkkk!" I repeated.
Pushing me back onto the bed, he was atop me and grinding his cock into my groin. His hands and arms were everywhere. I felt like I was being enveloped by an octopus!!!
His lips were in my neck. His hands were all over me. His head was bobbing and his lips were nibbling and sucking.
"Hey, guy ... No `hickies'...please!!" I managed to get out.
"Mmmmphhhhh," was the best I got back.
I couldn't believe the feelings I was getting... And then I just surrendered and the next thing I knew, my hands were all over his body, my lips were in his neck, they were on his shoulders, they were on his nipples... My hands were concentrating on his shoulders and his amazing biceps. ...and today... I can't tell you who did which...but there was a `flip' and the next thing I knew I felt his warm mouth covering my cock-head at the same time as my mouth took in that wonderfully skin-shrouded cock of his and I felt his tight little ass cheeks in my hands, pulling him toward me.
I don't think I've ever been that `involved' in anything!!! All I wanted was to make him start to scream or ...better yet... I wanted to feel his cock jerk and swell and unload his juice into my mouth. I wanted to empty those Napilotano balls into my throat.
Somehow I managed to get my finger into my mouth along with his cock. I slurped and made as much spit as I could to wet my finger, then I slipped it between his legs and spread that slick `lube' around his hole, just before I pressed forward and my finger was nearly swallowed into his sphincter.
"Awwww, yeah, babe," he groaned, as he bucked onto my finger and then shoved forward into my mouth. "But now it's your turn."
With that, he pulled off my cock and put three fingers into his mouth and coated them with his own saliva.
Reaching between my legs, he ran them back and forth over my hole and then drove two of them into my pucker. My legs went out and then up, opening my chute to his entry, and his third finger entered.
"Awwwww, shit!" I moaned. "Fingers out, cock in!!!" I demanded.
"You got it man," he replied, as he pulled his fingers out, lifted my legs a bit higher, aimed his cock at my hungry receptacle, and pushed himself inside.
"Awwww, shit!!" I moaned even louder. "Awwwwww fuck !!! that is sooo nice!!!"
I reached up, grabbed his head on both sides and pulled his face to mine as I ground his lips into mine. "Nnnnnngggggggg," was about the only sound I could make as I pressed his lips to mine and then pushed my tongue into his mouth. I moved my hands behind his head and pulled him in even tighter!!!
I couldn't make a sound, but my mind was screaming ... "oh, yeah... oh, yeah... awwwww...m'god ... get in here... let me swallow all of you ..." Then my ass started to buck up and try to pull all of him in there too.
It was like a contest to see where I could get more of him inside me. If I could have just pulled him to me and absorbed him, I know I would have tried.
He must have felt what I was feeling, because he started to pound into me with a vigor that even a 22-year-old had to call `renewed'!!! I could feel that wide-head, Italian, cock as it drove deeper and harder and deeper and harder and without mercy !!! I knew that those balls were making quarts of spooge to unload into me.
"Yeah, babe... Yeah, babe... get it in there !!!! Get it in there and shoot that hot load of ball juice!!! Oh, Yeah, babe... Shoot it in there!!! Let me feel that baby batter as it paints my insides!!! Drain those big fuckin' balls into me!!! C'mon...Now!! C'mon!!"
"Awwwwwww, fuckkkkkkk!!! Here it cums!!!! Here it cums!!!! Yeah... It's gonna shoot and it's gonna blow the top of your head off !!!! Awwwwwww, fuckkkkk!!! It's gonna shoot now!!! It's cummin'... It's cummin' ..."
...and I felt every shot, every drop... and there were gallons !!!! (at least it seemed so) ...
And I pumped nearly as much between us.
When we both subsided, I was just holding him on top of me.
"Awwwwww, fuck, was that good!!" he finally stammered.
"Yeah... that was incredibly fuckin' good," I affirmed.
...and we both fell asleep with him still inside me.
Several hours later, I woke up, looked at the clock .. then shook him and said, "we gotta get up and get you back to camp."
"Fuck!" he cursed. "Will you be here tonight?" he asked.
"Sorry... but no... gotta get back to Jersey today. But I'll be back in a few weeks. You want to try again?"
"You betcha..." and he gave me his cell number... now I've gotta get back there.
And that's another story from your old story-teller... hope you enjoyed. If you did, please drop me a note... if you didn't, I'll take "constructive criticism" ... but flames will be extinguished... CNJShore9@aol.com