Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 16:50:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankster1430@comcast.net
Subject: Summer Camp, short story, adult youth

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				Summer Camp


The camp was located in The Catskill Mountains, northwest of New York City.
It was supported by a charitable organization, which offered inner-city,
indigent, teen-aged boys, a two week camp experience every summer.  The
camp was open for eight weeks, and there would be four sessions in all.
Each session would accommodate forty boys.  A sister camp for girls was
located eight miles away.

The staff consisted of two cooks, one head counsellor, and two junior
counselors.  The campers did their own cleaning, and grounds maintenance.
A private laundry service, from a nearby town, came every other day, and
picked up the dirty duds of the campers, and returned them clean.  The
cooks took turns going into town to buy food and provisions.

The camp consisted of three small cabins which contained indoor bathroom
facilities.  The head counsellor occupied one, the two junior counsellors
another, and the two cooks were housed in the third one.  In addition,
there were two barracks which housed twenty campers each.  The barracks
also had indoor bathroom facilities and a communal shower.  The largest
building was the mess hall.  All camp activities, swimming, sports, arts
and crafts, etc., were outdoor activities.  If it rained, the boys were
either bussed to a nearby town and taken to a movie, or they did arts and
crafts in the mess hall.

It was fortunate that all activities were generally outdoors.  The boys
were able to enjoy the delicious aromas coming from the mess hall.  The
meals at the camp were probably the best meals the boys had ever eaten, and
the campers were intoxicated by the smells of fresh baked breads, cakes,
and healthy food as well.

The staff had no time off during the eight weeks the camp operated.  The
only break they got was on switchover day.  The charity could only afford
one bus for the boys and one bus for the girls.  The buses made a round
trip on that day.  One group of campers left at 8 AM, and the next group
did not arrive until 4 PM.  The entire staff relaxed as much as they could
during those hours.

The head counselor, Trey Hickey, was a 21 year old college senior.  He
could not wait a second for the first group of campers to board the bus and
head home.  He immediately grabbed a bar of soap and a towel from his foot
locker, and headed rapidly into the woods.  He had discovered a beautiful
clearing, with a small lake about fifty yards north of the camp, and that's
where he directed his feet.  It was his intention to bathe in the lake, and
just chill out until lunch time.

He arrived at his oasis in no time, but when he got there, he stopped dead
in his tracks.  Ron Dixon, one of the junior counselors was already in the
lake, but that wasn't what pulled him up short.  Ron was standing in water
no higher than his knees.  His entire body was soaped up, and he was
masturbating his equally soapy cock.

The young man was almost 18, and would be a senior in high school this
coming semester, as was the other junior counselor, John Powers. Trey could
not believe what he was seeing.  Ron's masterpiece was at least nine, fat,
thick inches.  Trey could not tell if it was cut or not from his vantage
point, and covered with all that soap.  He was still wearing his shorts,
but his cock was rising and stiffening rapidly.  He quickly got undressed,
and crept stealthily toward the lake.  Ron was so lost in his masturbation
fantasies, he was completely unaware of Trey's presence.

Trey entered the lake as quietly as possible.  He waded up behind Ron, and
in one swift motion, he enveloped the boy in his massive frame, and shoved
his manhood hard up against Ron's crack.

Trey expected the boy to jump or scream out.  He did not expect what
happened.  Ron pushed his ass further back, and much harder, against Trey's
erect rod.

"Fuck me, Trey," the man-boy uttered.  "I've been expecting you."  He
handed Trey the soap.  Trey smiled and began to soap his eight inch, uncut
monster.

"What do you mean, you've been expecting me?" he asked.

"Almost every evening, after lights out, I noticed you disappeared into the
woods.  The other day I decided to follow you.  When you got here, I was
overwhelmed by the quiet beauty and serenity of the place.  When you
stripped and went into the water, I was further awestruck by your beautiful
cock, but when you started to whack off, I nearly fainted.  When you came,
and I saw how much cum you produced, I knew I had to have some.  I reckoned
you would take advantage of this long break between sessions, and I got
here before you.  My intention was to seduce you.  Have I succeeded?"

"Without a doubt," Trey answered, and he lined his soapy cock right up to
the opening in Ron's ass.

"No need to be gentle," Ron assured him.  "I promise you, I have been well
stretched." Trey took Ron at his word and shoved his cock in quickly and
without worrying about hurting his young assistant.  He entered easily, and
Ron sighed.

"Oh God.  That feels so good.  Please don't move for a minute.  Let me
enjoy the moment."

Trey obeyed Ron's wishes and held still, until he felt the boy beginning to
move his ass.  Then Trey began to pump.

"Hard!" Ron commanded, and Trey began to push in and out, hard, without
mercy, but the boy only asked for more.  Trey was well hung, and usually
the guy he was fucking asked him to go in slow, and be gentle, but this
young man was begging for more, and wanting Trey to be rough on him.  Trey
could only wonder what kind of life Ron had indulged in.  All he knew for
certain was that at 17, Ron was very sexually active.

Trey was finding this standing position in the water to be uncomfortable,
especially since he was a good three inches taller than Ron.

"Let's get out of the water and onto the grass so we can do this right," he
suggested to Ron.

"Sure.  Whatever you want," Ron replied.  "I want you to use me in any way
that pleases you."

Wow.  Nobody had ever said that to Trey before.  He vacated Ron's ass, and
ran out of the lake.  He laid himself down on a patch of grass, and
beckoned Ron to join him.  Ron laid down right on top of Trey in a
sixty-nine position, and he immediately began to suck Trey's cock.  He
seemed completely oblivious to the fact that it had just come out of his
ass, and Trey had not worn a condom.

Trey thought he knew a thing or two about male sex, but Ron was completely
overwhelming him.  When he got his wits back, he realized that Ron's cock
was dangling in front of his face.  He quickly devoured it in his mouth,
and he began to suck on the delicious morsel.

Ron continued to amaze Trey.  He knew exactly when Trey was starting to
feel an orgasm coming on.  He stopped sucking, and rolled over on his back.
He raised his legs, spread his cheeks, and yelled, "Now! Now! Now, please!"

"But I'm not soaped up, and I don't have any lube," Trey protested.

"I don't care," Ron yelled.  ""Just fuck me."  It was not a request.  It
was a command, and Trey obeyed the command.  Apparently, Ron's ass was
still slightly soapy, and once again, Trey slipped right in.

"Hard.  I like it hard," Ron reminded him.  Trey pumped harder than he had
ever pumped in his life.  He could feel Ron contracting his ass muscles
every time he thrust inward.  It was all too much for the senior
counsellor.  He came with a loud banshee scream.  As he spurted inside of
Ron, he moaned and groaned.  Even he was not sure if he was in agony or
ecstasy.

Eventually he fell out of Ron's educated ass, and the two men lay side by
side.  Neither spoke a word, but when Trey got his breath back, he leaned
over Ron and proceeded to give him a sensuous trip around the world.  When
he sensed that Ron could bear it no longer, he brought the young man to his
ultimate relief.

They lay perfectly still, holding hands, until Trey finally said, "You sure
are something else, Man.  Thanks."

"No, thank you," Ron answered.  "Johnnie and I have been going at it since
camp began, but I knew you'd be more of a man."

"How did a guy as young as you get to be so educated in man sex?" Trey
asked.

"Just lucky, I guess," Ron sighed.

                                                                          **********

On Ron's fifteenth birthday, his older brother, Jake, was released from the
VA hospital.  He had been the victim of a land mine explosion in
Afghanistan.  His face, and most of his torso, were badly burned, and the
scars were totally disfiguring. He had already had dozens of plastic
surgery operations, and he was as good as he was ever going to get.

Jake was receiving a small disability check from the army every month.  As
long as he lived at home, he had enough to get by, but he was never going
to get out in the world and make a living.  He believed that he was a
freak, and chose not to show his face in society.

He and Ron had always shared a bedroom growing up at home, and they
continued to do so when Jake got out of the army.  The only time Ron was in
the room was when he went to sleep.  Jake rarely left it.  Almost every
night, Ron could hear his brother crying in the other bed.  After some time
passed, he began to hear other sounds.

Jake usually slept nude.  If underwear or pajamas rubbed against his
scarred body, it caused him excruciating pain.  Consequently Ron often saw
his brother's cock as it hardened into a morning woodie.  The young boy had
already concluded that he was gay, and the sight of his brother's love
tool, pointing to the ceiling, really turned him on.  His thoughts became
carnal and incestual.  He would run to the bathroom and whack off, dreaming
that he was sucking his brother's ample cock.

About the only one in the world that Jake talked to, and confided in, was
Ron.  If they went to bed at the same time, they would talk a little before
falling asleep.  Jake admitted one night that he knew he would never find
anyone who would love him, in this beauty conscious world.  He said that he
could bear all the rest, if he had a companion.  Ron wanted desperately to
tell his brother that he was gay, and that what he wanted most in the world
was to be his lover, but he couldn't bring himself to admit that to Jake.

One night, Ron did not hear his brother crying.  Instead he heard little
whimpering noises.  He was about to ask Jake if something was wrong, when
he realized that those were the noises he made when he was jerking off.
Stealthily he opened one eye and looked toward his brother's bed.  There
was enough light coming through the shadeless window, that Ron could see
his brother whacking off.  His cock was covered with tissues, presumably to
catch his cum.

Ron wanted desperately to jump out of bed and help his brother cum to a
glorious conclusion, but he was too chicken.  Instead, he decided on a plan
of action.  He would start to talk to his brother about sex, and seek his
advice.  Both of them knew that they couldn't talk to their puritanical
father.  He began to spend more time in the bedroom with his brother, since
Jake was disinclined to visit in the living room with his family.

The next day, after school, Ron came into the room.  He usually did his
homework at the kitchen table, so Jake was surprised to see him take out
his books and sit at the desk they shared.

"What's up sport?" Jake asked.

"From now on, I want to do my homework in our room so I can spend more time
with you."

Jake was moved, and he asked, "Why would you want to spend more time with a
freak?"

Ron jumped into bed with Jake, who was naked, of course.  He was careful
not to rub any of Jake's scars, but he placed his lips on his brother's and
cried, "You're not a freak.  Please stop saying that.  I love you so much."

Ignoring any pain he might feel, Jake wrapped Ron in his arms and kissed
him back.  Ron could feel Jake's limp package rubbing on his cargo shorts.
It was a beginning.

A few days later, after they retired for the night, Ron asked, "Jake, you
know that I whack off, don't you?  I whack off a lot."

"I didn't know, but I figured you did.  All boys your age do it."

"Well, I always do it in the bathroom.  Sometimes I have to go to the
bathroom a couple of times a night."

"So why the confession all of a sudden?"

"It's too fucking inconvenient.  Would you mind if I jerk off in bed?  You
can do it also, if you want."

It was difficult for Jake to laugh through his scarred face, but he did.
"Be my guest," he said.  "I might even join you."

Ron was pleased.  He was progressing nicely.  In fact, they whacked off
together that very evening.  Jake gave his brother a wad of tissues to keep
the bed linens clean.  After that, they began to do it together every night
before bedtime.

Ron waited patiently for another two weeks.  Then one evening as they were
basking in the afterglow, he asked, "Jake, when you are whacking off, do
you ever fantasize that some woman is doing it to you?"

Jake didn't answer, so Ron persisted.  "Next time, why don't you fantasize
that I'm your ideal woman.  Keep your eyes closed, and I'll whack you off."

Jake was silent for so long that Ron feared he had gone too far.  Finally
Jake answered, and what he said really shocked his kid brother.

"I'd like that a lot," Jake said, "but I don't have to make believe you're
a woman.  I'd rather just accept the fact that it's you."  This time Ron
was not shy.  He jumped out of his bed and into Jake's.  He kissed his
brother on his lips again.  His brother kissed back, but this time with a
slightly open mouth.

"I have a confession," Jake said.  "When I told you that I would never find
a companion to love me, I was talking about a man, not a woman.  I'm gay."

"Geez.  So am I, and I love you.  I love you a whole lot."

"That doesn't count squirt.  You're my brother."

"Would it change things if we became lovers?"

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"Then I want to do more than whack you off."

Jake laughed.  "And just what did you have in mind?" he asked.

"The whole nine yards," Ron whispered in Jake's ear.  Then he leaned over
and took Jake's newly aroused cock into his mouth.  When his brother was
good and hard, he said, "Fuck me now Jake, and don't be gentle or shy."

Jake had several sexual experiences in the army before his deployment to
Afghanistan.  He knew just what to do.  There was no lube handy, so he spit
on Ron's crack, and bathed it with his tongue.  He got it as wet as he
could and entered Ron exactly as Ron had ordered him, fast and brutally.
He thought Ron would scream out in pain, but his little brother squealed in
delight.

The brothers made passionate, unbridled love for two years, but, in spite
of that, Ron could not raise Jake out of his depression.  One morning, Ron
could not awaken his brother, and he realized that Jake was dead.  Jake had
not been taking his pain medications, but he was accumulating the pills.
The evening before, after he and Ron made love, he went into the kitchen
and consumed three bottles of pain meds with two glasses of wine.  He went
back into bed, fell asleep, and never awakened.

Ron was inconsolable.  On the other hand, his parents felt it was all for
the best, and that their son was at peace at last.  In time, Ron pulled
himself together, and got on with his life.

                                                                              **********

"Wow, that's quite a story," Trey said with a low whistle.  Your brother's
cock must have been humongous for your ass hole to be so open."

"Yes, it was."

"I think we better get back now.  It's almost time for lunch."

"We could come back after lunch," Ron said.  "There's plenty of time."

"I've got too much to do," Trey said.  "Let's get away tonight after lights
out."

"Johnnie might be suspicious.  What should I tell him?"

Trey broke out laughing.  "Let's bring him along with us.  Have you ever
done a threesome?"

"Nope."

"Well then.  You're in for a treat."

"This is going to be one hell of a summer," Ron giggled.

That night, after bed check and lights out, Johnnie headed for their cabin,
anticipating a night of sex with Ron.  But Ron grabbed his hand and said,
"Come with me."

He led Johnnie to the clearing in the woods, and announced that they were
going to have sex here this evening.  Johnnie was confused.  "What's wrong
with our cabin?" he asked.  "It's perfectly private."

"You'll see," Ron answered, just as Trey entered the clearing.  Ron ran to
Trey and proceeded to kiss him passionately, leaving Johnnie with his jaw
hanging open.

Trey could see the confusion on Johnnie's face, so he said to the boy,
"It's the three of us tonight."  Johnnie's face beamed with pleasure.  The
three counsellors stripped and lay down on the same patch of grass where
Ron and Trey had coupled earlier that day.  They formed a daisy chain, and
proceeded to suck away.  The moment one of them felt an orgasm cumming on,
they switched positions.  After a while Trey instructed them to take a
break.  They lay on their backs and stared at the starry sky.

When some time had passed, Trey said, "Let's fuck.  I'll start out in the
middle.  He removed a tube of lube from his shorts, which was lying on the
ground.  He handed the tube to Ron, who refused it.  Instead Ron lay on his
back, raised his legs, spread his cheeks, and bade either one of them to
enter.

Trey greased his ass and Johnnie's cock.  He entered Ron, and Johnnie
entered him.  Ron squealed with delight and they all started to pump in
unison.  Trey's big cock massaged Ron's prostate and he came first.  Trey
came next, and as he did, his ass contracted, and Johnnie came, baying like
a wolf.

They lay still, side by side, catching their breaths.  "Let's clean up in
the lake," Trey suggested.

The three of them made love almost every night until the third camp
session, when an event occurred which changed their dynamics, thanks to a
precocious fifteen year old boy.

                                                                                    **********

Billy Thompson arrived in camp, and the first thing that caught his eye was
the senior counsellor, who welcomed the boys when they got off the bus.
Billy's cock started to rise at the sight of him.  He was all man.  In
fact, he was all he-man.  Sure, Billy had been having sex for two years
now, but he longed to caress a long, fat, manly prick.  Back in the city,
Billy helped support himself, and his widowed mother, by prostituting
himself.  He walked the same streets as the female prostitutes and never
failed to attract a john, even those who had come for a women.  Most of his
customers were middle-aged married men.  He knew what a mature cock tasted
and felt like.  He wanted Trey's manhood very badly.

Billy himself was quite mature for a fifteen year old.  He was almost
full-grown.  He sported ample pubic hair, and bushy under arm hair.  He
attributed his premature maturation to being sexually active from an early
age.

After the first evening at camp, Billy realized that Trey occupied a cabin
all by himself.  He decided that seducing his senior counsellor was going
to be a snap.  He would wait until Trey was asleep, enter his cabin, and go
down on him.  No man would ever interrupt a blow job.

That night, after lights out, Billy crept stealthily to Trey's cabin.  The
door was ajar and he entered easily.  Much to his chagrin, Trey was not
there.  He returned to his barracks.  The boy was further frustrated the
next night.  Trey was still not in his cabin.  Where did he go?  Where did
he sleep?

The following night, Billy got out of bed immediately after lights out, and
spotted the three counsellors going off to the woods.  Had he stayed in bed
a few seconds longer, he would have missed seeing them.  He ran after them,
and followed them to the clearing, but he stayed far enough behind so that
they wouldn't become aware of his presence.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the scene which enfolded
before him, raised his cock to heights never reached before.  He debated
joining them, but decided that he needed time to absorb the scene he was
witnessing, and to plan a strategy.  He feared that the counsellors might
not allow themselves to have sex with one of their campers.  He needed to
make sure that he aroused their lust to a point where they wouldn't care
that he was one of their charges.

He waited until the three men had completed their orgy, and they returned
to the camp.  He ran back after them and into bed.  He realized that if he
was to seduce Trey, it would have to be after the orgy at the lake, and
before reveille.  The next evening, instead of following the trio to the
lake, he stole into Trey's cabin.  He removed his jockey shorts, and curled
up in Trey's bed under the covers.  An hour and a half later, Trey
returned.  He was oblivious to the bulge in his bed.  It was very dark in
the cabin.

He stripped and started to climb into bed.  He felt a warm body, and
actually got frightened for a moment, thinking it might be an animal.  The
body, however, was warm, and human to his touch.  He grabbed a flashlight
from his dresser, and shone it on the body.

He was shocked to see it was Billy, who was now sound asleep.  The boy was
naked, and Trey was surprised at how mature his body was.  He wondered what
the boy was doing here, and he gently shook his shoulder.

Billy was playing possum.  He jumped out of bed and wrapped himself around
Trey's equally naked body.  He grabbed Trey's cock and started stroking
gently.  Even though Trey had cum not a half hour ago, the twenty-one year
old man began to harden immediately.

"Don't, don't do this.  It isn't right," Trey mumbled weakly.  He knew that
he was already helpless to stop the inevitable.

"Right or wrong," Billy replied.  "I need this badly."

He pulled Trey onto the bed and went down on him.  Trey could not believe
how expertly the young boy sucked his cock.  He was more adept than Ron and
Johnnie.  He felt an orgasm beginning to develop in his groin, and was
surprised that Billy stopped sucking.  The boy actually knew it was
happening.

"Do you have some lube?" Billy asked.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to fuck me," Billy replied, and he poked his tongue
into Trey's ear.  Then he began to kiss the still stunned counsellor on his
lips.  Billy forced Trey's mouth open, and put his tongue back to work.

Trey pulled away.  "Let me get the lube," he whispered.  He didn't even
have to get out of bed.  The lube was on his nightstand.  He grabbed it and
handed it to Billy, who immediately lubed his ass, and handed it back to
Trey.  The young boy got on all fours, inviting Trey to fuck him doggie
style.  As big as he was, Trey entered him as easily as he had entered Ron.
He marveled at the fact that kids were becoming sexually active at younger
and younger ages.

Trey decided to tease Billy.  He lay perfectly still and did not begin to
stroke, until Billy whimpered, "Please."  It took Trey longer than usual to
cum after his session with his two junior counsellors.  Billy couldn't care
less.  Trey could have taken all night for all he cared.

Afterwards they lay side by side, and Trey asked Billy how he would like to
get off.

"In your mouth," he said without hesitation.  Having sex with a camper was
a terrible no-no.  Since he already had defied the taboo, Trey had no more
constraints.  He didn't just go down on Billy, he gave him a sensuous trip
around the world, during which time he avoided the boy's cock, teasing him
until the boy once again pleaded, "Please."

Trey marveled at how sweet Billy's youthful cum tasted. He savored it
awhile and then insisted that the boy return to his cabin.

Billy got up and put on his shorts.  "Can I join you at the lake tomorrow
evening?" he asked.

"You devil.  You've been spying on us."

"Yes, I couldn't wait to do what we just did."

"I guess it'll be all right, but don't let anyone see you."

"It's a deal."

Billy went to the lake the following evening seconds after the counsellors
arrived there.  Trey had not told the others what had happened between him
and Billy, so they were stunned to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Ron demanded to know.

Billy dropped his shorts and both junior counsellors gasped.  The fifteen
year old boy had a five inch, flaccid, cut cock, and it was growing
rapidly.  They could not believe that Billy was man sized.  They stared at
him in near disbelief.

Billy thought that Johnnie was good looking, but it was Ron he had the hots
for.  He fell down on his knees in front of Ron and grasped his cock in his
hand.  Seconds later, Billy was expertly sucking Ron's cock, signaling the
games to begin.

Trey and Johnnie fell to the ground.  They were tonguing each other, and
fondling each other's cocks.  Suddenly, Trey twisted into a sixty-nine
position, and the writhing, moaning and groaning began.  Billy too, had
allowed Ron to twist around and they were playing the same game.

"Let's fuck," Trey announced.  "I'll be bottom man."  He lay down on the
mossy grass, raised his legs, spread his cheeks, and exposed the cavernous
opening to his manhole.  "Fuck me Ron," he continued, "and then Billy can
fuck Ron, and you can fuck Billy, Johnnie."

"All at the same time?" Johnnie wondered out loud.

Trey confirmed that was exactly what he had in mind.  "It'll be a blast,"
he announced.

"It'll be awesome," Billy agreed.

All four of them came so close together, it was hard to decide who came
first, not that it mattered.  Afterward they lay side by side, each one
fondling the guy next to him. Every so often one of them sat up, leaned
over his nearest neighbor and sucked his cock for a little while.

In time they all found themselves getting sleepy so Trey said, "We have
another big day tomorrow, guys.  Let's get some sleep."  They reluctantly
returned to camp, already dreaming of the next evening's delights.

The four of them had sex almost every night during Billy's remaining camp
days, but finally, he had to leave.  On their last evening together, Billy
cried, thanked them profusely, and sucked all three of them to Nirvana.

There were no Billy like boys in the fourth and last session, but the three
counsellors continued to have sex together as often as possible.
Unfortunately it rained a lot those last two weeks, and their activities
were somewhat curtailed.  After the last campers left, they remained for
two days to clean the buildings and the campsite.  They put shutters on the
windows, turned off the utilities, and departed on the bus which had come
to get them.

They bid each other a fond farewell, and promised to stay in touch, but in
true summer romance fashion, they never did.