Camp Counselor (b/b, b/t) by Bill
Disclaimer: This story is fictional.
NOTE: Summer camp... Young boys.... Sexual discovery. Your conventional homoerotic "camp story", right? Well, maybe at the beginning. But it gets a bit twisted toward the end, falling into the sub-genre of erotica in which the adult is dominated and abused by the boys. Don't worry; nothing gruesome or repulsive, at least not to those of us who enjoy fictional tales of adult-youth sexuality.
Hi. My name is Bill and I'm a 19-year-old college sophomore. I want to tell you about my job last summer as a counselor at a boys' camp in up-state New York. It didn't turn out at all like I was expecting, and the things that happened to me changed forever the way I see myself. And for that I have a group of young boys to thank... or blame.
H*** Bay Camp is kind of a throwback to the traditional style of summer camps, in that almost all of the kids stay for two months. That meant that I was stuck in a cabin with the same five 12- and 13-year-olds for the duration, whether I liked them or not. They were a diverse bunch personality-wise, but all were from white upper-middle-class families, just like I was. Here's a little about each one:
Andy was 12 and the smallest of the group at 4'9". He was also the cutest, with rather long straight blond hair (the "Hanson" look), blue eyes, a button nose, and an abundance of friendly enthusiasm.
Bobby was the also 12 and hardly bigger than Andy; a redhead who was always eager to please the counselors and the bigger campers that he tagged along after.
Chuck was almost 13 and was definitely starting to mature. Standing about 5'3", his voice was just starting to break, and he was rather quiet. I could never seem to engage him in conversation, and I got the feeling he was "troubled".
Danny was 13 and stood about 5'5", with slender body and delicate features that struck me as almost feminine. He was very personable, but was way too much under the influence of ...
Tony. This was a kid who immediately made me feel uncomfortable He reminded me of the bullies who sometimes tormented me when I was in middle school. A solid, muscular 13-year-old, standing about 5'7", he had the dark good looks of his Italian heritage. And he was also physically mature - the only kid his age at camp who actually SHAVED (though only about once a week). The other kids all looked up to him, and I have to admit he was a natural leader. (It must have been genetic - I heard that his father is a powerful state senator from Long Island.) But he cultivated the image of a rebel, with no respect for authority, including my status as his counselor. I also got the feeling that he knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to control him. He was right. But when camp started and he was sizing me up, I'm sure he couldn't have realized how things would turn out.
In all honesty, I have to tell you that I'm not really a "camp counselor" type. I have a pretty poor self image, due to the fact that I'm short (5'7"), I look no older than 15 or 16, and I'm kind of nerdy-looking besides. But the job paid decent money, and I didn't have anything else in mind for the summer. Maybe I even thought I'd feel less geeky around young boys than around my peers.
Okay, the opportunity to be around boys had a lot to do with it. When I applied for the job, I was thinking a lot about being around boys - talking to them, listening to their laughter, watching their innocent fun, and... yes, of seeing their cute bodies when they swam. Maybe even seeing them naked when they showered or changed clothes. Yeah, I've had a bit of a fixation on boys, ever since I was 13 and discovered sex with some neighborhood boys the same age. I still consider that the happiest time of my life. Our sex-play back then only lasted for a few months, and I didn't do anything sexual with a guy after that. And I was shy and uncomfortable around girls, so I was basically celibate all through high school and my first year of college. Except for wacking off, of course; and that's when memories of my "experimentation" at age 13 kept flooding into my brain. I never considered actually DOING any sexual things with a boy, but I fantasized like crazy.
Well, from the very beginning of camp, I got my wish of seeing the barely pubescent bodies of the boys in my cabin. There wasn't any privacy in the cabin - just six cots fairly close together and footlockers underneath for storing your stuff. The campers had to wear pajamas at night, so I got an eyeful almost every morning and evening. I was usually careful not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice the genitals at various stages of development. Bobby and Danny in particular seemed to have no modesty at all and took delight in having their nudity seen by the others. Danny's cot was right next to mine, and there were some mornings when he would pull off his pajama pants so that only I could see his morning erection - 5 inches of exquisitely beautiful uncircumcised cock with wisps of pubic hair. He knew I was staring, because one time, when my eyes went from his crotch to his face, he gave me a sly wink. I turned away, blushing, and vowed I would be more circumspect in the future.
And then there was the time when little Bobby came back from swimming and I was alone in the cabin. He was wearing tight Speedos, and was chattering away to me about something, but my attention was centered totally on the upward-pointing bulge in his swim suit. As he stood there shirtless facing me, he peeled down the suit to show what had caused the bulge - his hairless cock stood up in a rigid 4 inches, and he rubbed it lightly as he got a pair of white briefs out of his trunk. I don't know if he was aware of the effect he had on me, but my mind was inundated with forbidden desires.
Lights-out time for the boys was 9:00, but counselors usually hung out together for a few more hours or went into town at night, turning in around midnight. Since I'm kind of shy, I would usually just go to the counselor's lounge and read a book. I kept wondering, however, if the boys back in the cabin were doing any of the sex-play activities that I had enjoyed at their age. So one night, about three weeks after camp began, I decided to snoop. I crept through the woods to the back of my cabin and peeked in the window; what I saw took my breath away. Three boys were sitting on their bunks, one of them holding a flashlight. In the center of the cabin were the two others - Andy and Tony, both nude, both sporting erections, standing a foot apart stroking each other's cocks. Tony, not surprisingly, had a thick bush of pubic hair, low-hanging balls, and a sizeable cock - perhaps 5-1/2 inches. Andy - again no surprise - was just barely entering puberty. His cute hairless body lacked the musculature evident on Tony, and his erection rose only 3-1/2 inches above a small round ballsack. I was struck with deja vu; Tony reminded me very much of my neighbor Doug, and Andy of my neighbor Lee, with whom I had engaged in a variety of sexual activities 5 or 6 years ago.
Through the window I couldn't make out the murmured words, but Tony said something, and Andy looked up into his eyes and smiled, then sank to his knees in front of the larger boy. Oh, God! Was he really going to do it? Yes. He did! The angelic little blond boy took the shaft of Tony's rigid cock in his hand, looked up lovingly at the older boy's face, and then lowered his mouth onto the flared cockhead. I saw Andy's tongue flick out teasingly, and then he began moving his lips up and down on the top two inches of the straining teenage boner. A look of pure lust flashed across Tony's face as his hands stroked Andy's long hair. My right hand slid into my shorts to adjust my now-hard cock and stayed there to undertake my body's increasingly urgent demand to masturbate. I was not alone; the three boys watching from their bunks each pulled down their pajama pants and began jacking off. Danny was holding the flashlight, and its beam danced erratically over the spectacle of Andy sucking off Tony. Fortunately, a nearly-full moon provided sufficient illumination for me to see everything happening inside the cabin.
How many nights had these activities been happening? I regretted not discovering this intensely erotic scene earlier, and was overwhelmed with lust as I joyously stroked at my hard-on. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, holding my balls with my free hand as my gaze shifted from Andy's blow job to the circle jerk of the watching campers. Andy's head was bobbing up and down as his small hand stroked Tony's shaft, sliding on a slippery coating of saliva. The little 12-year-old was good, and Tony was soon signaling his approaching orgasm with moans and words of encouragement that I could hear clearly.
"Yeah Andy! Do it! Suck me, man! Uhh; yeah; uhh; oh God, yeah! I'm gonna cum! Yeah! Oh, yeah; keep going! Uhhh! Here it cums! Shit, yeah!!!!" And Tony threw his head back as his body was wracked by a glorious orgasm, sending pulses of teenage cum into the open mouth of the youngster kneeling before him. My own orgasm was only seconds behind Tony's, as I shot my load onto the side of the cabin, my knees almost too weak to support me. In quick succession, the other boys reached their climaxes, Chuck and Danny catching their ejaculations with their hands, Bobby spasming in the throes of a dry orgasm. As I regained my breath, I continued to watch as Andy, still on his knees and a trail of cum dribbling down his chin, began to rub his 3-1/2 inch stiffy with his thumb and two fingers. He leaned back, sitting on his feet, and closed his eyes as his hand moved back and forth. All the others watched as I did, groggy in the afterglow of sexual release, as the beautiful boy put on a demonstration of pre-pubescent sexuality. His face contorted with the unmistakable signs of physical pleasure as his hand moved faster and faster, his body tensing, then shuddering as he cried out with utter joy. His stiff red penis pulsed with the sensations of orgasm, but produced not a drop of ejaculation.
I pulled up my pants and staggered off into woods, drunk with sexual thoughts. I promised myself that I would be back the next night, but then remembered - tomorrow I would be leading the boys on a five-mile hike and a camp-out on a nearby hilltop. Maybe I would see some activity there, too.
The hike was easy. All of our gear was transported in the camp's pickup truck to the spot where we would camp, so the boys had nothing to carry except canteens of water. I carried a knapsack with first-aid material. It was a hot day, and all of us removed our sweaty tee-shirts as we walked. It was a straight shot on a well-worn trail, so I brought up the rear, rather than leading; that way no one would get left behind if they were slow. It also meant that I was watching the boys' asses as they hiked. All were wearing shorts; some were so tight and short that they revealed every contour. Since no one could see me, I rubbed my stiff tool and thought about the night before and anticipated future opportunities to watch. Sometimes the boys were shouting boisterously among themselves, but other times they were exchanging words in low voices so I wouldn't make out all the words. But I heard enough to tantalize me... "suck"... "tonight"... "sex"... "cock".
When we got to the campsite, our equipment was in a pile and the truck was long gone. The boys grabbed the waterproof tarps from which they would make "lean-to" tents, with the high side tied off on an old fence. I had a small backpacking tent and set about finding a site that was a distance from where the boys would sleep (the better to encourage their evening activities).
As I started to set up the tent, little Andy walked up.
"Can I help?"
"Sure. Get that hammer and drive these stakes into the loops to hold down the corners." He chattered happily as we worked, and in just a few minutes the work was done and I was spreading out my sleeping bag inside.
"I'll give you a back rub if you like" Andy chirped. "I'm pretty good at it."
"Sure!" That sounded great after a 5-mile hike, and I got a little rush of excitement thinking about his hands on my bare skin. I lay face-down on the sleeping bag. I was still shirtless from the hike, and Andy went to work kneading the muscles in my shoulders and upper back. He really WAS good at this! He even moved down to massage the calves of my legs.
"Turn over so I can do the front too" he said in a cheery voice.
What the heck. I rolled over. Looking down, I was a little concerned that Andy would notice that my cock was getting half-hard, but it was pretty well contained in my cut-off jeans. Andy's hands started on my shoulders, then moved down and began to play teasingly with the sparse hair on my chest. He looked me square in the eye, smiling angelicly, and my heart began to beat faster. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but of course that was unthinkable. My cock was starting to press against the front of my jeans. I should have told him "that's enough". I could have gone off into the woods for a good jack-off, but his hands felt too good; I couldn't bring myself to ask him to leave. And besides, we weren't doing anything improper... were we?
But then his hands moved farther down... and then brushed lightly against my jeans-covered crotch. I tensed, my breath caught in my throat, but I said nothing. His fingers slowly undid my belt. Then the button at my waist. (Why can't I tell him to stop?) Looking right into my eyes, now smiling more mischievously than angelically, he slowly pulled down the zipper. (Oh, God! I want this so badly... but I shouldn't... I can't....) He pulled gently at my pants and underwear with both hands and slowly peeled them both down. I even raised my hips to help him take them all the way off. Part of my brain was saying "Bill; you stupid fool! Stop this!" But another part, in alliance with my totally aroused body, was saying "Oh, yesss!"
Andy began to gently stroke my straining erection in his small hand. "Oh, Bill; it's so big and handsome!" he cooed. And then he sealed the terms of my total surrender to his charms. Kneeling beside me, he pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing the 3-1/2-inch beauty I had seen last night. My hand lightly caressed his stiff little erection, felt his tight round ballsack, wandered over his silky-smooth ass cheek.
"Can I suck you, Bill? Please?" said the angel, as if he were a beggar-boy asking for a crust of bread.
"Oh, Andy! Yes! Please do it!" All reason, all thoughts about the consequences, were trodden under the onrushing stampede of my lust. He positioned his body parallel to mine, his face nuzzling my crotch and his own pre-pubescent erection only inches from my mouth. The years floated away, and I was 13 again. The distant memory of a stiff boy-cock in my mouth was vivid as my lips moved slowly to the little boner that I was fondling with my hand. Just then, the glorious feeling of Andy's mouth enveloping my cockhead sent a rush of incredible sensations flowing through my body. With overwhelming lust and unstoppable desire, my wet lips slid down the length of Andy's perfect 12-year-old penis. The smoothness, the warmth, the incredible blend of rigidity and softness... his muffled moans of pleasure... the sensations that Andy's lips and tongue were imparting to my straining cock... the combination of feelings was indescribable! I was in a world of total ecstasy that I never wanted to leave. My mouth moved all over his penis, eager to elicit the throbbing pleasures of immature orgasm in this beautiful boy. I felt my own climax building as Andy mouth and stroking hand worked their magic. It was like a dream, and then... then...
The rustling noise of a tent flap opening, followed quickly by words that brought me from the heights of pleasure to the depths of terror.
"My, my, my! What have we here? A pedophile pervert?" It was Tony! My surprise was so great, I must have levitated six inches off the ground as I scrambled to get away from the boy with whom I had been making love only seconds before.
"And Andy... tsk, tsk... sucking up to the counselor, I see...."
"Yeah, Tony. You guys were right! He LOVES it!" Andy giggled. They both laughed as I flailed around struggling to put my clothes on.
"Uh, guys..." I searched for words. "Uh, we don't have to mention this to anyone... right?"
"Oh, you don't think Mr. Anderson [the camp director] would be interested in the fact that you were doing a 69 with Andy? Hmmm?"
Then I said something that I instantly regretted. "Uh, Tony... I'm sure you don't want me to tell anyone what you boys have been doing in the cabin after lights-out."
"So you've been spying on us, huh? You little pervert. Do you really think you can threaten us? Do you think if I call my father, who's chairman of the state senate's Law Enforcement Committee, and he calls the superintendent of the State Police, and they send some cops up here.... Do you think they'll be interested in some little kids checking each other out? Or will they be a bit more interested in a pedophile college student seducing a 12-year-old? Come on Andy; let's let our counselor think about this for a while."
Of course Tony was right. I was dead. In my imagination, I was hearing prison doors clang shut behind me; my whole life ruined. Oh, God! If only I hadn't been such a slave to my sexual desire! I sat in my tent for hours, thoughts swirling through my head, sometimes shedding helpless tears. Outside it had gotten dark. The happy voices of the campers off in the distance, which previously would have brought a smile to my face, now tore at my gut like a knife. Suddenly, the tent flap opened and two flashlight beams shone in my face, blinding me.
"Well, Mr. Pervert Counselor. We've been talking it over and we have a deal for you. We won't tell what you did with Andy as long as you do everything we tell you... everything... from now til the end of camp." It was Tony's voice, even though I couldn't see his face or make out who else was with him. I didn't have to think for more than a few seconds; of course I accepted.
"OK; get out of there and come to the campfire. And bring your sleeping bag." I meekly did as he instructed. It was now pitch-dark and the moon was not yet up. I could tell from the voices and the forms around me that all the boys were there, but the flashlight beams were still in my eyes, and I stumbled along almost blind, falling on my face twice. Up ahead, I could see the glow of a campfire.
"Put the sleeping bag on the ground and spread it out.... OK, Mr. Pervert, now you get to do the things that you've probably wanted ever since the beginning of camp. First, strip nude. Do a little strip-tease."
It was a warm night, but as I shuffled around peeling off my clothing, I appreciated the additional warmth coming from the fire. The voices of the boys rang in my ears as a removed my shoes, my shirt, my pants. "Take it off, dude!" "Let's see your cock!" "We're gonna have some fun with you!" I was getting aroused! It was finally sinking in that: (a) I wasn't going to be reported for a sex crime, and (b) that my "punishment" was to have sex with the boys in my cabin! As I gyrated to imaginary music, I slowly pulled my briefs down, showing more and more of my hard penis and my firm ass until finally I kicked off the underpants and stood naked before five young boys. Flashlight beams still shone in my eyes, partially blinding me.
"Jack it!" came a shout, and I obediently began to stroke my 5-inch cock. "You don't have a very big boner for a grown-up!" someone mocked. My face flushed; I had always felt inadequate about the size of my cock, and now these 12 and 13 year olds were saying it to my face.
"On your knees, punk." Tony's voice again, as he pushed me from behind, just as I was getting into a satisfying masturbation stroke. "Time for you to get to work. Let's see... who should be first? Andy, you want the pervert to finish up what he started?"
"Sure, Tony!" Andy moved to where I was kneeling and lowered his pants. His 3-1/2 inch dick was already at full erection. I immediately took it into my mouth and began to pleasure it worshipfully. If this is what they had in mind, I was looking forward to an interesting summer. I held onto Andy's slender round ass cheeks and moved my lips up and down the length of his cock-shaft. Occasionally, I would take his little ballsack into my mouth and tickle his marble-sized nuts with my tongue, then return to his cock.... licking and sucking as his body wiggled under my hands and he moaned with delight. The excitement in his voice rose higher and higher until, suddenly, his body went stiff and his hands grasped my head tight to his crotch and his cock pulsed with waves of pleasure. I was thrilled beyond belief, my own cock rigid with lust. And then Tony spoke again.
"Time for a little variety. Chuck; you know what you were saying about your father? Want to get a little vicarious revenge?" What was he talking about? (... though I was impressed that he knew the word "vicarious".)
"Yeah; my father. If I did anything wrong, it was always `wait til your father gets home.' And he'd roll in and gulp down a few scotches and tell me to get up to my room and take down my pants and get on my hands and knees on the bed. Yeah, I wouldn't mind some revenge. Give me the belt out of the pervert's pants. I'll do it just like my father does to me. OK, pervert; put your head down and raise your ass up."
I couldn't believe this! Chuck, the quietest of my campers, was going to whip me with a belt? I hadn't counted on this... but I had no choice. It was this or prison. Looking over at him, I saw him remove the thick leather belt from my jeans and double it over, holding the buckle and the other end in his hand. "Look down, boy; not at me!" he ordered angrily, clearly imitating his father. Kneeling naked on the sleeping bag, I lowered my torso and raised my ass, trembling with the anticipation of blows that could come at any time.
I hadn't been spanked since I was 8, but the thought was not without an erotic component. The memory flashed through my brain as I waited. My mother grabbing my wrist; pulling down my pants and underpants; holding me across her lap. My futile struggling as her bare hand stung my ass. And I remembered my mother's flustered surprise when she let me up off her lap and saw that my penis was standing up in a stiff little erection. I was spanked again, but eroticized thoughts of that spanking had filled my pre-adolescent fantasies. And now those thoughts flooded back. The fear of impending pain merged in my brain with feelings of sexual arousal.
"Hold up a second, Chuck. Let's get Danny in here too. Hey Danny, remember what you said was at the top of your wish-list?" Tony was acting as master of ceremonies, choreographing the sexual activities they had discussed before coming to get me.
"Yeah!" said the slender effeminate 13-year-old, as he peeled off his pants and undershorts. My lust cranked up a notch when I saw the 5-inch boy-cock rising from his hairless crotch, and my mouth began to salivate in anticipation of sucking it. He lay down in front of me, with his crotch at my face. Then he pulled his legs back to expose his asshole.
"Lick it, pervert! Rim my ass out!" he ordered, reveling in the new power he held over me. I had never licked a guy's ass; never even imagined doing it. But I knew that I could not refuse. As I slowly brought the tip of my tongue toward the puckered circle of pink flesh, there was a faint sound of rushing air, following immediately by the sharp crack of leather against skin and hot pain radiating from my ass. My body lurched forward, and my protruding tongue was pressed firmly against Danny's bottom hole, accompanied by the laughter of all five boys. Then another swack of the belt fell on my upraised ass as Danny grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my mouth in place.
"Come on. Lick it!"... I obeyed, running my tongue all around the sensitive anal area. When I felt his hole flex open, I pushed my tongue inside it aggressively, wondering how many times Danny had experienced a tongue - or a cock - in his ass. It was difficult to concentrate on the rim-job when my ass cheeks were being smacked with my own belt about once every five seconds. Sensations swirled through my body and my consciousness was being stretched in ways I'd never experienced. Almost without my realizing it, my hand reached down to my crotch and began stroking my cock, feeding direct sexual stimulation into the bizarre swirling mix of pain, subservience, humiliation, and erotic memory.
It was probably only 2 minutes, but it seemed like much longer. Chuck's stinging blows to my ass suddenly ceased as I continued cork-screwing my tongue into Danny's anus and jacking myself. But the pain of the belt was quickly replaced with pain of a different sort, as Tony positioned himself behind me, applied a coating of spit to his near-adult-sized erection, and pushed into my rectum. Oblivious to my sudden cry, he drove his cock all the way into me. At that moment, Danny lowered his legs and pulled me by the hair into position to suck his dick. I gratefully dove onto his 5-inch shaft, not only because I wanted to suck him, but also to shift my mind's attention from Tony's assault on my body.
I was not an "anal virgin", having been fucked several times by my older neighbor, Doug, when I was 13. But that had been slow and gentle, in stark contrast to my current situation. The thought came to me "I'm being raped by Tony". But, of course, I had consented to anything they wanted to do to me and would continue to consent whenever Tony or the others demanded it. I knew that to refuse would bring far more brutal rapes, by far larger cocks, when I was sent to prison with the label of "pedophile".
As Tony pistoned his cock in and out of my body, something amazing happened. Maybe it was the erotic thrill of sucking Danny's adolescent erection, maybe the aggregation of all the intense sensations in my body, maybe the pressure of Tony's cock on my prostate... whatever it was, I found myself being driven inexorably to the brink of orgasm. My hand returned to my cock, and I felt the pre-cum flowing from the slit. I sucked Danny repeatedly to the hairless base of his dick, deep-throating for the first time in 6 years... and loving it. The feelings emanating from my rectum took on a glow of erotic pleasure as I opened myself fully to Tony's driving cock.
Guttural noises escaped from my cock-filled throat as the glorious feelings of orgasm flowed through me. Those noises mixed with the moans of pleasure coming from both Danny and Tony. We were all being pushed simultaneously to an onrushing climax, like parts of a single machine. Though my release burst forth first, it was followed in quick succession by a flood of cum into my clenching rectum and pulses of semen into my mouth. Unknown to me, Chuck and Bobby were standing on either side of me, jacking their cocks above the orgiastic scene. Chuck's ejaculation spurted onto my back, while Bobby shuttered in dry orgasm.
I lay there by the fire, dazed but smiling. My jaw was tired, my ass was inflamed from the whipping it had received, and my anus and rectum were throbbing. But my cum-dripping cock had never felt a more intense climax, and my brain was flashing on a realization - in sexual submission I had found my identity, my "orientation".
The night was still young. Later on, I took Chuck's cock into my now-willing ass as I sucked little Bobby to another dry-cum. Each of the rest also had my ass or mouth again, there by the campfire, and I orgasmed twice more serving them.
The rest of the summer - 5 weeks - brought more of the same. Days were still fairly "normal", though I was occasionally pulled aside for a clandestine blow job. But the nights!! I was truly a sex slave to these five boys, performing every act that they could dream of, some so degrading and humiliating that you'll have to use your imagination because I can't bring myself to tell you. And I loved every moment of it! I spent my entire summer's salary buying junk food, sodas, and girly magazines for them. I almost got arrested trying to buy them beer.
When I returned to college a few months ago, I realized how totally debauched I had become. Resigned at last to being gay, I also realized that a normal relationship with a guy was not enough for me. I craved a demanding and dominant partner, preferably several at a time. I haven't found suitable guys here on campus, but sometimes I take the bus up to New York City and visit an S&M place. That's more like it!, but what I really crave is Tony and his friends.
I already have my camp counselor application in for next summer.
The End
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