My Experience as a Camp Counsellor -- Part 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Furthermore, this story is in no way designed to promote or condone illegal activities.
School was out for the summer, and my friend Michael convinced me to work as a camp counsellor. I was not overly interested in being a camp counsellor but the pay was good, the work was easy, and I got to spend four weeks at Lake Watson.
On July 1, I got up and prepared to leave for camp. I packed my clothes and waited for Michael, who just turned 17 and was fortunate enough to have his own car. Around 08:30 in the morning Michael arrived and we set off for Lake Watson.
We were approximately the same height and age. We stood around 5'7" (170 cm) and weighed around 120 pounds (54 kg). Michael had black hair, pale skin, and freckles. I had red hair, pale skin, and freckles. I was not athletic; I could affectionately be called the class nerd. The fact I wore glasses did nothing to dispel my nerdiness. Michael, however, was more athletic.
Michael and I arrived at Lake Watson around 11:30 AM. We went to registration and inform the administrator of our arrival. Michael and I would have our own cabin. It was a nice cabin with twin beds and a small sitting area. None of the cabins had bathroom or showering facilities. We would need to use the communal toilets and showers.
The only people at camp, today, were the counsellors. We were given a full day of orientation which included instructions on how to deal with the campers, lead group activities, and the basics of first aid. After completing our orientation we had a barbecue and were handed our assignments.
Each cabin was assigned one counsellor.
Michael was assigned to Cabin Meade; I was assigned Cabin Custer.
The cabins were organised by the age of the campers. Cabin Meade was for the boys in their early teens. Cabin Custer was for older teen boys. The maximum age for the campers was 16.
At 09:00, on the next day, the campers began arriving; they were settling in after being assigned cabins, and saying goodbye to their families. Each cabin had eight campers and it was the counsellor's job to supervise the daily activities.
At 6 o'clock PM we had another barbecue. Campers were instructed to stand up and introduce themselves to their respective counsellor. My group of campers included Cole, Dalton, Devon, Ivan, Kyle, Ryan, Sean, and Tyler.
The tallest of my campers was Ryan, and he was easily 2 inches (5 cm) taller than me. Ivan was the most muscular and looked as if he lifted weights. The other boys were fairly thin and around 5'5" (165cm).
The next morning, after breakfast, I went to prepare my campers for the day's activities. As I walked into the cabin, I found Cole and Sean arguing. I told the two of them to knock it off. Sean acquiesced but Cole said, "Fuck off." I told Cole that was inappropriate language and he should be more polite. Cole responded by saying, "Fuck off! I will be polite when Sean agrees not to touch my things. You want to touch something Sean? You can touch this!" Cole grabbed his crotch. I instructed Sean not to touch Cole's possessions and Cole to be more polite. Cole looked at Sean and said, "You heard the geek! Leave my things alone."
I knew I was going to have trouble with Cole. It was fairly obvious that Cole came from a rough neighbourhood and was used to fighting. He was not going to listen to anyone. I raised my voice and said to Cole, "I do not appreciate being called a geek!" Cole was indifferent to my complaint.
Before we went to lunch, I showed my campers around the camp. During lunch I watched the interaction between them. Cole was definitely positioning to be the alpha male. Devon, Dalton, and Tyler were already showing signs of following Cole's lead. Ivan was physically the strongest but also the most shy. Ryan and Sean were disinterested in everything.
After dinner it began to rain. There was no possibility of any outdoor activities. We watched television then went to bed.
On day three we began camp activities. I went to the cabin and brought the campers to the sports field. We were going to play modified rugby.
Fifteen minutes into the game, all the campers were covered in mud but appeared to be having fun. I watched as Cole tripped Devon. I called foul. Cole expressed his displeasure with my call. I told him I did not care if he was happy. I heard Cole murmur, "Bitch" as I turned around Cole fired the ball right at me, hitting me square in the chest and knocking me to the ground. Now, I was covered in mud and the campers were laughing.
I said, "Oh, so you want to play." The game descended into anarchy. Eventually the game became a rivalry between Cole and me. Cole was trash talking me and the other campers thought it was funny. The ball got loose and we were both running to get it. I slipped in the mud and fell face first onto the ground. Cole grabbed the ball; turned around; and ran into me, knocking the wind out of me and putting me on my ass.
Cole danced around claiming victory. He looked at me and said, "I win! I owned you, counsellor Geeky." I was willing to let this insult pass given he had won the game. The other campers rallied around congratulating him.
We walked back to Cabin Custer and I told the campers to clean up before dinner. We walked to the communal showers. The boys were a bit shy about using the communal showers. I reassured them there was nothing to be shy about. With some hesitation they eventually stripped and entered the shower room.
I, too, needed to clean up and saw no reason not to join the campers. After all, they were essentially my age and we were all boys. I stripped down and entered the shower room.
As I was showering I heard Cole yell, "Look! I beat counsellor Geeky twice today and everyone else beat him once." I was unsure what he was talking about. I looked over at Cole and saw him laughing. I asked what was so funny. Cole pointed at my dick. I looked down and saw my flaccid cut dick surrounded by red pubes. There was nothing odd or different. I then looked at Cole and realized his dick was bigger than mine by an inch (2 cm) and surrounded by thick black pubes. I looked at the other campers and quickly realized every one of their dicks were larger than mine. Ivan was about the same length as me but much thicker; actually, he was the thickest of everyone. Devon, Dalton, and Tyler were about a half inch (1cm) longer. Cole, Sean, and Ryan were at least 1 inch (2 cm) longer than me.
I told Cole some people were showers and others growers.
Cole laughed and said, "It can't grow that much."
That evening, I lie on the bed thinking about what I saw. I had never seen many dicks. I knew my dick was 2" (5 cm) soft and around 4" (10 cm) hard. I always assumed this was normal. However, every camper in that shower was younger than me and had a bigger thicker dick.
Cole is probably right; even if he were a shower and I a grower, his dick would only need to grow a little more than an inch (3 cm) to be as large as my hard dick. Cole, Ryan, and Sean's dicks were ~3" (7.5cm) soft, and they must grow more than 1" (2 cm) when fully hard. That means all their hard dicks are bigger than mine.
The next morning I went to rally Cabin Custer for a day of archery and swimming. As I entered the cabin, Cole greeted me with, "Hello! Counsellor Mini-geek".
The rest of the day went fairly well. Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon we went to the pool. Everyone began chicken fighting (shoulder wars). Tyler was on my shoulders and we were competing with Devon and Ryan. Suddenly, Ivan was on Cole's shoulders and attacking Tyler and me from behind. The two teams were trying to topple Tyler from my shoulders.
Cole pressed his body against my back. He began actively humping my ass. I felt his bulge rubbing against my ass. I could feel his dick stiffen and lengthen.
Given the mound of bodies nobody could tell he was humping my ass.
Tyler was toppled from my shoulders, and the game ended.
As Cole climbed out of the pool he turned around, looked at me, and smiled. I looked at Cole and noticed a bulge in his swim trunks. Cole wrapped a towel around his waist and walked off.
When I got out of the pool Cole said, in front of the others, "Did you enjoy our chicken fight?" I knew what he was asking and I simply said, "I think you enjoyed it more than me." With that Cole answered, "You might be right about that."
I was not sure what to do about Cole. I could not allow this to continue. He was blatantly disrespecting me and getting the others to join in. I needed to assert authority; however, I was unsure how.
On Monday, we had a full day of events planned. Starting off with horseback riding, basketball, an obstacle course, and wrestling. The day went well until the wrestling.
I had Cole wrestle the far more muscular Ivan. The matches were 2 out of 3 pins. The match started off well, and Ivan dominated. Within 2 minutes Ivan had thrown Cole onto his back and pinned him. I started to laugh and said, "Poor little Cole. Are you alright little girl?" The other campers laughed.
In the second match Cole fought like a tiger. They were on all fours; eventually, Ivan got one arm under Cole's armpits and tried to throw him over.
I watched as Coles hand moved over Ivan's ass to his balls. I noticed he used the cover of an attempted throw to finger Ivan's ass. I watched as his finger searched for Ivan's hole. I heard Ivan mutter "Stop it you bastard." His technique worked and got Ivan off balance. Cole threw himself on top of Ivan trying to pin him. I watched as they squirmed. I realised he was dry humping Ivan.
I watched as Ivan's breathing got heavier and louder. He was noticeably aroused. Suddenly, he said, "I give! I give! Get off of me!" and threw Cole off. As the two got up Cole was all smiles with a bulge in his shorts.
I looked at Ivan and saw he too was sporting a very healthy bulge.
Ivan was unhappy and demonstrated his anger in match 3. The match was quick. Ivan grappled for a minute but then literally picked Cole up and slammed him to the mat. Round 3 went to Ivan.
Ivan stood up, bulge still visible, and said to Cole, "Bastard."
My friend Mike came over to watch.
I said, "Cole got owned." Everyone laughed.
Cole looked at me angrily and said, "Maybe, but I would own your ass."
I laughed and said counsellors don't wrestle campers.
He said, "Especially when the counsellor knows he will lose."
Mike looked at me and said, "Go ahead it's all in fun."
I thought I could take Cole. So I agreed.
I told him, "I can easily lick you"
He responded, "I will kick your ass, Mini-geek."
Match one taught me he is wiry and limber; I had a hard time pinning him. He nearly had me but I was able to escape and pin him. I won the first match.
I looked around and noticed Mike left.
At the beginning of round 2, Cole looked at me and said "My turn." He was not going down easily. Half-way through the match he reached behind me and grabbed my ass pulling me off balance and trying to push my face first into the mat. I felt Cole's finger push against my asshole. He pushed a good 1" (2cm) of his finger into my ass. I let out a yelp. My ass was filled with his finger and my underwear. I fell on my face and he jumped on my back. I managed to roll over trapping him under me. He had his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. He used his legs to spread me eagle.
As I struggled to remain on top, I felt his stiffening dick between my ass cheeks. It was just like yesterday at the pool. He whispered in my ear, "I am enjoying this more than yesterday." I needed to stop this; so, I stopped resisting and round 2 went to Cole.
He pranced around with his arms raised. Turned to me and said, "You are going down Mini-geek."
Round 3 started and I was winning. I had him on his back. He swung his legs up and wrapped them around my neck. He used his legs to pull me off. My face was buried in his crotch. I was trying to break his leg lock. He was grabbing at my arms. I could hear the campers chanting "Cole, Cole, Cole" I watched his bulge grow from 3" (8cm) to 4.75" (12 cm).
My nose was buried against his shaft and my mouth against his balls.
Nobody could see his bulge because my head was in the way. As I struggled my face rubbed against his stiffening dick. He held my wrists and I could not break his leg lock. He pushed his crotch against my face. He quietly said, "Go ahead, you said you would lick me. This is the perfect time for you to lick me."
The pun was not appreciated; he is such a smart ass. He wanted me to lick his dick.
I could not break free and his dick was getting harder. I was afraid if we continued like this he might cum in my face.
I tapped out.
Cole released me and sat in a squatting position to hide his erection. After a few minutes. Cole stood up. His bulge now between smaller but still noticeable. He walked over to me, patted me on the head and said, "Told you I would own you Mini-Geek!" The other campers cheered and walked Cole back to the cabin.
Today did not go as I had planned. I failed to assert my leadership. I failed to best Cole at wrestling. I realised, his hard dick was definitely bigger than mine because during the wrestling match he was not fully hard but his stiffening dick was bigger than my fully hard dick. Worst of all, I had him crush my face into his crotch for nearly 2 minutes.
I dreaded tomorrow.