Date: Tue, 29 May 2012 20:08:10 -0600
From: b freemen <ffreemeng@gmail.com>
Subject: Camp Leader

Camp Leader

By Freemen

ffreemeng@gmail.com


I was teen at an international music camp in New York state. I'm from a
small town in eastern Canada and hadn't done much in the summers other than
go to camping with family or friends. This was a huge deal for me.   I was
a very white guy, with very blonde hair which easily bleached out in the
summer.  My skin easily tanned.  I was in decent shape, light blond hair on
my body and an average dick.

 We didn't have camp counsellors, but instead had group leaders. The cabins
we were assigned were huge wooden cedar buildings, housing 16 guys in 2
rooms; with a large washroom and showers in between the rooms, and a
private bedroom and small sitting room for the group leader.  Previous
habitants had carved their names into the cedar walls.

The camp had people there 16 -- 21, but more were in the 16 -- 19 age range.
We were put in cabins in alphabetical order by last name, and all guys on
one side of the camp, and girls on the other.  It was mixed ages in my
cabin.

We each had our own single bed with a small dresser -- 8 beds in the room.  I
was a singer and all the other guys on my side played sax or horns. The
guys on my side had personalities like their instruments -- loud, funny, (or
obnoxious) lots of farting and swearing.  On the other side were pianists
and composers who were a little more quiet, (except for one tuba player)
and I would meet two life-long friends there.

The Instructors were top notch internationally known, so I was in a good
place and -- I have to admit -- a little nervous.   I'm a fairly shy guy at
first, until I get to know people, and then I'm a lot of fun. I just have
to observe people first.

And then, there was our group leader, Darren who was in his mid-twenties,
and looked like an average fit guy -- with his clothes on anyway; very much
a rah-rah kind of personality.  But I'll get to him (or on him) later.

Day 1, was check-in day and people were arriving all day long. A few of the
guys from the cabin spent most of the day at the private lake getting to
know each other and hanging out in the water or on the beach.

Day 2 started with one of my guys waking everybody up blowing his trumpet.
He was almost killed.  And then everyone got up, stripped down and went
into the shower at the same time.  Everyone in that room was bigger than me
-- I mean physically.  I thought I should get myself in there and get it
over with.  Just as I started walking into the shower room, a fist fight
had started between a brown and black guy `cause the brown guy used the "N"
word!  There was so much steam from the showers in the room it was hard to
see, but almost as soon as it started, Darren came in put an end to it.

The showers were turned off, all of us were standing there naked and Darren
was giving us a stern talking to.  I looked around at all of us there,
checking everybody out. The only guy not naked was Darren, but he'd come in
his boxers.  When it was over, we all headed back to our beds and got
dressed in our camp T's and pants or shorts.

However, when I looked to my right, this guy Jeremy started talking to me
still naked, and with a hardon.  I had to stare. He was another blonde guy
and I think the whole time he talked to me I stared at his cock swinging
from side to side. I caught myself, looked up, raised my eyebrows and
apologized for staring. He said he didn't care and kept on talking.  We
ended up spending spare time in the day together and after dinner went for
a swim. But, it wasn't until the evening when I felt this tingle in my
shorts that I hadn't really felt before.

As we were up at 6AM, it was lights out at 10PM. At 9:30, Darren invited us
into his room to have a discussion about what had happened earlier. All the
guys came in in various forms of undress, or sleep wear, which was mostly
boxers and T's.  But Darren, had a pure white tight tshirt, and his tighty
whities.  We were sitting or lying on the floor, or across the bed and he
started his talk sitting in his chair. Then we started getting into a good
discussion, he moved from the chair to the bed, and stretched out, leaning
against his pillow.  His foot was right beside my shoulder and would every
so often touch it with his toes.  I remember looking up his muscular legs,
seeing this light brown hair against his tanned skin, and then up to his
face.

I remember feeling like I'd never felt before, and found myself staring at
different parts of his body while he talked, but mostly that big pouch that
held his big balls, the pubic hair that was peeking out from the white
underwear.   Instead of flinching when he touched me, I stayed there and
actually leaned in a little so his foot would stay touching my shoulder.  I
would stare at him when he talked, then back down to his crotch, then his
legs and on it went.  Sometimes, he'd scratch his balls, and pull the
elastic out a little until I finally saw the outline of a semi-plump penis.
I felt the heat from his legs, and I thought I could sense him feeling the
same way I did, but there were a lot of guys in the room.

When the talk was over, I took my time moving out the room. Finally he came
up behind me, and very quickly pushed himself against me, grabbed my
shoulder and said "good night Eric." I had felt his bulge on my butt for
just a second, but I knew what it was.

Holy fuck.  I went back to my bed and had a long slow jerk...but not
complete `cause I didn't know what to do with my cum.

From that point on, I had a mission. I wanted to know what it was like to
touch this guy's cock. I wanted to play with it, and suck it and play some
more and feel the hair on his legs and rub his feet.   I'd have a month.

Well, the first week, we were so busy with our introductory sessions and
lessons and baseball that we didn't have time to gather with Darren in the
evening.  But, on the Sunday at the end of the second week, several of us --
including Darren, went for a long hike for several hours, getting back in
the early evening.  He kept complaining about wearing the wrong shoes, but
of course we kept trudging along.  All of us had a great time...I wasn't
just fantasizing about him, but we did get to know each other better on
that walk.

After the shower on our return, he invited whomever wanted to come to his
sitting room. This time he sat in his easy chair with one foot up on the
ottoman. He just wanted to check in with everyone about the last two weeks.
But while someone was talking, he had interrupted and said his foot was
killing him and asked me if I'd massage it for him.  I was situated
perfectly.  So pretending it was something I did all the time, I just
started massaging his foot. Oh man it was wild. I was in heaven. I got to
hold his sexy foot; massage each toe, then man handle the rest of his foot,
sometimes massaging up to his ankle so when he straightened his leg, I
could look straight up to his crotch. After a few minutes, he excused
himself to piss, then came back and propped up the other foot with the
expectation that I'd do that too, but the guy next to me offered to do it
instead.  Pretending it didn't matter, I said "okay".  When other guys were
talking I'd sometimes take a quick glance at his crotch then return the
look to whoever was telling their story.

But again, in a period of seconds, I looked at his crotch and could see he
had pulled out a little of his bag and when I glanced up to look at him, he
was staring at me with a little smirk and a wink, then he looked away.  Did
he know?  Was he playing with me?

The next weekend, he asked to see me in his room.  He decided to talk to me
while he was changing after his shower.  I was listening to him, but taking
in his whole body at the same time.  By the time he was dressed, he asked,
"so, is that a yes?"

I hadn't heard what he'd asked.  But I said yes anyway, and realized we had
agreed to to for a walk, and had agreed on a meeting place.

"Make sure you wear comfortable shoes" he yelled as he walked away.  I
presumed that meant we were going on another long hike.

Well, at 3:00 that afternoon, we met and started on a journey I would never
forget.  We walked and talked about anything for about a mile until we were
far away from the camp. And then, we found a small clearing with a couple
of seats made from tree trunks.

We both sat down in silence, and stayed that way for a few minutes. And
then he said, "So....I've seen you....admiring my um...body from time to
time".

He said it. It was out there.  I kept my head down.

"Oh boy.  Yeah -- well you've got a great body, and um, I dunno".

"Eric, you know it's okay to admire another guy's body right?  Guys are
always checking out other guys in the showers, or when working out. But um,
I've noticed you're staring a little bit longer than usual-- especially --
well you know, my crotch."  Then he playfully pushed me and rested his left
his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm feeling really good when I'm around you and I just feel like we're
connected in some way.  I just feel like I want to hold it  and feel you
against me.  (pause) I've never felt this way before".

There was silence again. He removed his hand from my shoulder. I kept
looking over at his warm face and he was thinking. Then he slowly and
carefully stood up and stood in front of me.

"This is for you. You're a good guy.  Maybe you've got to figure stuff out,
but you know --

I'm going to let you play with my cock then you won't have to stare as much
okay? H e had his hand on my shoulder again. My head was still half down.
He took his finger and put it under my chin lifting up my head.  He had a
huge smile.  "Okay:?  I nodded.

Then, he stepped back just a little, and pulled down his shorts and there
it was: a beautiful penis just hanging there for me over his big bag; a
nice hairy bush.  I just stared for minute, when he put his hands on his
hips and rocked back and forth just enough to make his cock swing back and
forth.   I looked up at him and he gave me that great smile and another
wink.

I reached out and gently wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was so nice
and soft but felt thick. Then i gently outlined his dick and pubes and
balls with my fingers.  I wanted to do more. I leaned forward and gave his
cock a quick kiss.  He giggled a little but didn't do anything to stop me
and instead stepped towards me so his cock was closer to my face.

I reached around him and took his hairy ass cheeks in my hands and brought
him closer. As he moved in, I licked his cock and awkwardly manoeuvred it
into my mouth and then I just kept it there and registered the moment.  The
manly crotch smell; his cock; his balls and his bush and then I looked up
at him.

He said in a soft masculine voice, "only if you want to".

"I do" I said. "And please go to the end".

So, I started to suck, and lick and suck. He gently fucked my mouth feeding
me a little more each time. It seemed to go on for a long time when finally
he quietly erupted in my mouth. It was weird. I expected it. The taste of
his cum was good. I kept him in my mouth for awhile until he was soft and I
wanted to stay there all night.

I looked up at him. "Thanks" I said.

"You're welcome. It was good."

He started to pull up his shorts when I stopped him. "Just one more
minute". I took him in my mouth again and savoured that minute. Man he
tasted wonderful.

Then he pulled it out of my mouth, and pulled his shorts up.  "So how was
that" he asked.

"Pretty damn wonderful" I replied.

"Good. Glad I could help"

We started back in silence, but both smiling and continuously bumping
against each other and giggling, but I was the lucky one, still savouring
the taste of his semen.   About an hour later, we came up to a little
creek, and decided to sit down and dip our feet in the cool water.  We were
still being fairly quiet, when I asked him if I could "do him" one more
time.

He didn't respond right away, and then looking around, just lifted up the
leg of his shorts to let out his nice plump semi-hard cut cock.  Man it was
so nice to look at.  He leaned back on his elbows, and I leaned to my side,
supporting myself on his thighs, and did a nice really slow suck, savoring
every inch of his cock, smelling his now sweaty crotch, and licking his bag.
Then he grabbed his own cock and started stroking it into my mouth.

"I gotta shoot. I hope you're ready for another load buddy.  Just as I
started to nod my head out it came. I felt him pulse in my mouth and tasted
his cum for the 2nd time, but this time, he let me suck him for a while
longer.  It was all good; hearing the water in the creek; looking down his
hairy legs with his cock in my mouth -- slowly sucking until he was soft.  He
didn't stop me, and I honestly don't know how long I kept licking and
sucking but it was so nice.

At some point, we thought we should be getting back and I reluctantly let
his penis slip from my mouth.   He laughed like a big brother might,
rustling my hair and asking if I was alright.

If I could have, I would have continued sucking all night; he smelled and
tasted so good.

But sometimes good things have to come to an end, and this was one of them.
That day was the only day he let me into his crotch, and I've got to tell
you, I have jerked off so many times thinking about that cock in my mouth,
and his beautiful smile and laughter enjoying my sucking.