Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 17:02:05 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Summer Job - Chapter Six

I opted not to circulate during the afternoon activity period.  I chose
instead to catch up on my one on one chats.  Matthew was first up.

Matthew was all boy.  He was extremely energetic and seemed quite popular
with his peers.  He possessed a wide face, dimpled cheeks and a wild tangle
of curly brown hair.  As he entered my cabin he removed his shoes although
I hadn't asked him to.  Next he avoided a waiting chair and instead hopped
up on my bed and used the edge of it as a seat.  Whoa, I thought, is this
kid being promiscuous or what?

"I'm having a fab time so far Andy," he laughed.

When Matthew laughed his whole face joined in and it was very infectious.
I joined him in his merriment.

"That's wonderful Matthew," I grinned.  "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah, and I made some great friends already too.  We're going to stay
friends after we get back.  I already got their phone numbers."

Matthew went on to talk about what he was doing in Arts and Crafts, how he
liked his counsellor and the hike he had taken earlier that day.  The boy
was a motor mouth and the only time he paused was to laugh.  He carried on
without a break for another ten minutes.  To stop him I finally had to
signal time out with my hands.

"Whoaaaa," I cried.  "What about problems Matthew?  Do you have any?"

"Nope!" was the quick response.  "I ain't got no problems."

He had me stumped.  If he was having no problems why had he asked to see
me?

"Oh, there is one problem."

Ah, I thought, here it comes.  Now we are getting somewhere.

"Yeah, it's Randy in our cabin.  He farts too much.  You should smell it.
He stinks up the whole cabin!"

Matthew doubled up in laughter and I joined right in.  I couldn't help it.

He eventually settled down and I asked one more probing question just make
sure he was okay.

"So tell me Matthew what was the real reason you wanted to see me today?"

He pursed his lips and sat there in rare silence contemplating a reasoned
response.  He shrugged his shoulders.  "I really like you Andy and I just
knew you would listen and let me talk.  That's all."

I stood up and so did he.  "Well I'm very glad you came Matthew.  I enjoyed
your visit."

He reached out and we hugged.  "Me too," he responded.

As I watched him disappear among the trees I wondered whether the boy had
wasted my time.  We didn't even talk about sex let alone do anything.  It
then dawned on me I was being very selfish.  I must have filled a
psychological need that Matthew had and that was reason enough.  Besides I
still had Eric to look forward to that evening.  I knew I was already horny
just thinking about him.

Our cooks did a marvelous job with the evening meal.  Each of us received a
healthy serving of breast of chicken, fresh buttered corn and mashed potato
followed by home made cherry pie.  Was it scrumptious!

As I was cleaning up the last scraps Mr. Gardner leaned over and spoke to
me quietly.  "It's about time that you and me had a quiet talk together
young man."

He put me at ease with the expression on his face and frankly I had some
concerns too.  It was a good time to get together.  We made an appointment
to meet in half an hour.  It gave me just enough time to make my usual
rounds among the boys.  Eric was quick to remind me of our meeting.

Mr. Gardner was waiting as I entered his cabin.  It was my turn to be
directed to a seat.  He handed me a cola from his private stock and we
began.

"So I hear all the rumours are true Andy," he smiled.

"What's that sir?"

"Well I understand that during the swim sessions you are baring a lot more
than your soul."

I could feel my face reddening.  "Well, yes sir.......that's true."

He laughed and continued, "I don't think you realized it Andy but the
length of your cock has been the number one topic of conversation since you
got here!"

"I really don't want to be the centre of attention sir."

"I don't think you can avoid it Andy.  It's part and parcel of being
popular."

"That's not quite what I meant sir," I explained.  "This afternoon instead
of swimming most of the boys chose to stare at me."

"Ah I see."  He paused and then continued.  "Well Andy you said yourself
that the bathing suits were optional.  That doesn't mean once you take them
off they have to stay off."

Yes of course, I thought.  How stupid of me.  The answer was so simple!
Why didn't I think of that?

"Are there any other problems Andy?"

I stuttered my response.  "Well.......yes there is sir......and I'm not
sure how to put this.....it's.......it's sex sir!"

"Ah yes," he grinned.  "That subject again.  I'm glad you brought it up
Andy.  It's the main reason I wanted to talk to you.  Tell me what you're
thinking."

"Well.....I have to admit that these kids are driving me crazy.  So many of
them are as cute as hell and very hot.  A bunch of them are trying to get
into my pants all the time.  I'm finding it hard to control myself sir and
I really need your advice on this."

Mr. Gardner didn't flinch.  "You're a breathe of fresh air Andy.  I love
your honesty.  You know, to quote what a counsellor apparently said to
Henry today, you are not alone.  Every counsellor in this camp is going
through the same trials and tribulations.  The only difference is that
instead of six boys after them you have thirty-six."

"Yes sir," I agreed.  "And how did you know about Henry?"

"I'll come back to Henry in a moment Andy."  Then deliberately returning to
the sex issue he continued, "You know at nineteen you're in the prime of
your sexual life.  For me to tell you to have no sex at all in a camp like
this would be cruel and unusual punishment.  What I'm saying is, as long as
you use your power wisely and use discretion, go ahead, have some fun!"

I was stunned.  I sat open mouthed as he carried on.

"Look I expect every counsellor here to have at least occasional sex.  As
long as they don't disgrace themselves or the camp I'll accept the
consequences.  I only worry when I see a counsellor doting on one or two
while ignoring the rest.  It's the first sign they have gone too far and
they're not doing their job."

"Yes sir."

"You have a tough job Andy.  Right now all the campers have you up on a
pedestal.  They see you as some kind of God.  That's a lot of
responsibility.  I'm hoping you can maintain that image for the full term."

I was almost busting at the seams with this endless praise.  I wasn't sure
much of it was justified.  What would he say if he knew about David and me?
Then there was the planned liaison with Eric too.  I took the easy way out
and kept quiet about it.

"Yes sir, I'll try to do my best sir."

"Yes, I'm sure you will!" he responded.  Mr. Gardner must have been reading
my mind as he went on.  "Look I am sure you have your favorites.  Everybody
does.  But right now I don't know who they are.  I hope it stays that way."

I sat quietly sipping my cola.

"And as far as Henry goes there isn't much that escapes me.  Otherwise I
wouldn't be doing my job.  The reports are you did a wonderful job with
him.  You know, what you said are many of the things I say towards the end
of each session to all the boys.  Since you're much closer to their age the
talk would be more effective if you gave it.  Would you consider it Andy?"

"Certainly sir!"

"Oh one more thing before you go.  Many of these boys have had experiences
beyond their years.  Many are streetwise and the odd one is very selfish.
If they can find a way to use you to their benefit, they will.  Be
careful!"

I left the cabin floating on air.  Many of my concerns were no more.  On
the other hand Mr. Gardner had given me a new concern.  Could I meet the
test?

Entering my own cabin I redigested Mr. Gardner's words and in the process
grew smug.  I was doing a darn good job.  Mr. Gardner had confirmed it.  In
order to maintain my reputation to the end of camp all I had to do was
maintain the status quo.  Mind you I had to be watchful but what the hell,
I could handle that.  It was time for some entertainment and if I had read
the signals correctly, I was confident that Eric would fill the bill.

If anything my expectations fell far short of Eric's capabilities.  He
sashayed in wearing no more than a pair of shorts.  I felt that he must
have borrowed the shorts from Manual for they appeared to be three sizes
too small!  An obvious erection suggested he was wearing no underpants
either.  He clearly had come for sex and I was ready to oblige!

He wiggled across the room with an exaggerated hip movement until he stood
a foot in front of me.

"There," he purred, "what do you think of me?"

By now I was literally drooling with anticipation.  "You are some kind of
sexy Eric!" I croaked.

"You're damn right!" he chortled.  "I'm the sexiest boy in camp!"

For a fleeting moment I wondered if Eric was the type of boy Mr. Gardner
had warned me about.  I knew however that any nefarious move by my young
friend would have little influence on my motives.  My guard was gone and I
wanted him.....bad!  My eyes began to wander.

I began with his face and gradually moved downwards.  I suspected that he
had oiled himself for his body glistened.  Every muscle was accentuated in
its firmness.  He only needed the goggles and the skimpy speedo to look
like an Olympic swimmer.  Eric was watching my every move for as my eyes
reached his abs he deftly placed a thumb under each side of his shorts and
slowly pushed down.  He didn't stop until an inch or so of thick pubic hair
showed.  The boy was a tease.

I looked up once more making eye contact.  He licked his lips completing a
three-sixty, smiled, and stuck his tongue out.  He then sucked in his lower
lip giving me the adorable shy little boy look.  Eric was using every trick
he knew and he had me!

Standing, I picked him up and carried him the few feet to my bed.  He did
not resist.  I slipped off his shoes and socks.  Then I finished pulling
off his shorts not stopping until they lay on the floor.  He now lay there
with his hands behind his head wearing nothing but a grin.

I sat between his spread legs, panting hard and marvelling at his rippling
body.  I let out a quiet "Wow!"

"You like what you see?" he asked.

I instinctively reached out and gently grasped his erection as if to weigh
it.  "Oh yes.  Do I ever!" I replied.

Eric's penis was perhaps half the length of my own but I loved it.  His
helmet appeared a little oversized for the width of it but it was exquisite
in its shape.  A circumcision scar was barely visible.  The shaft was as
straight as an arrow, the base of it disappearing into a thick bush of
coarse dark hair.  His gonads seemed fully developed and hung low in a dark
red bag.

Mechanically I found myself being drawn closer and closer to his cock.
Eric continued to lie back, waiting.  I reached out with my tongue and
licked his cum slit.

"Ohhh, shit," Eric groaned.

I licked harder moving around a little eventually polishing the helmet like
a piece of fine wood furniture.  My lips then enclosed him seeking that
dark purple ridge encircling the glans.  I gave him new pleasure by running
my lips back and forth over it.

"Ohhhh.....geeeze .....ohhhhh ......Christ!"  he moaned.

I gave him a few more pumps before I pulled back.  I knew a boy his age
rarely lasted long.  I selfishly wanted to draw it out.  When I felt he had
cooled off a little, I reasoned, I would return and tease his cock some
more.

Eric was having none of it.  "Oh please," he begged, "Go down on me!  Suck
me off!  Make me cum!  Please!"

I smiled and then slowly went back down.  I pressed a little harder but I
deliberately began to move in slow motion.  I was enjoying every morsel of
him.  Eric objected by violently bucking his hips up and down forcing his
cock to enter and re-enter my mouth at an ever increasing pace.  He was as
hot as I was and needed to get his rocks off in a hurry.  I complied by
quickly allowing my lips to slip all the way down to his bush and then
immediately returning so that his entire cock was exposed save for the very
tip of his helmet.  I plunged again and again.  He moaned once more and
began to shake.  Suddenly he screamed like a school girl as a surprisingly
large load of thick boy juice filled my mouth.  He was so intoxicating!  I
continued to pump receiving a fresh burst every few seconds.  There were at
least five bursts in quick succession.  I continued to suck, more gently
now, only releasing him when I felt his cock begin to lose its rigidity.

Eric lay there peacefully, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling
with long pronounced breaths.  I crawled up beside him, leaned over, and
kissed him on the lips.

"Shit, that was one fucking great blow job!" he muttered.

"I'm glad you liked it," I offered.

He lay in repose another minute or two before declaring, "I gotta get you
off now.  I can suck you or if you want, you can fuck me."

I stared at him, my mouth dropping open in surprise.  He knew how big I
was.  I didn't believe he was capable of performing either feat.

"I wouldn't dare fuck you Eric.  I don't want to hurt you!"

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried," he explained.  "I've been fucked by
cocks as big as yours before!  Go ahead!  I'm used to it!"

With that he rolled over and exposed two well rounded orbs for my pleasure.
I hesitated and then drew back.  His words were echoing in my head.

"You're used to it?" I repeated.  "What do you mean you're used to it?"

"What I said," was his response.  "I've been fucked thousands of times!"

"What?" I exploded.

"Yeah!  Don't you know my story?"

His revelation had reduced my libido like an ice cold shower.  I couldn't
believe it was possible for a thirteen year old to have been fucked
'thousands of times.'  Even if he was greatly exaggerating it was clear in
my mind that Eric was a victim of abuse.  I had to hear his tale.

"Tell me Eric.  I want to know what happened."

He rolled onto his back once more and began the story immediately.

"I used to live in the country and everything was great until my dad died.
Mom got a new boyfriend and he lived with us.  The first time he fucked me
I was eight.  I screamed like crazy cuz it hurt!  Mom tried to stop him but
he just slapped her.  He began to fuck me three or four times a week,
sometimes more.  One time he brought his buddies over.  They tied me face
down on my bed and fucked me all night.  I remember I couldn't sit for a
week."

Eric paused and took a deep breath.  There was little emotion in his face.
As for me I was breaking up inside.

"When I was twelve I ran away and hitched a ride to the city.  In the first
week I found a sugar daddy.  He took me home and fed me.  He treated me
real good for a couple of weeks.  Then it got real bad again.  He taught me
how to suck cock.  Then he began to bring over what he called his
'friends.'  I had to suck cock or get fucked two or three times a day, more
on weekends.  After a while I realized he was making money off me."

He paused once more, his face still stoic.  As for me it was all I could do
to hold back the rage and the tears.

"I stayed two years before I ran away again.  This time I was determined to
stay on the street.  It was working good too.  All I had to do was suck a
couple of dicks a day and I had all the money I needed.  But I got busted!"

"What happened?" I urged.

Eric shrugged his shoulders.  "Ahh.....I was in Leslie Park you know.  This
fucking plain clothes cop waves his dick at me in the washroom.  I offered
to suck him off for forty bucks and he pulls his badge out on me!"

"So you've been in a detention centre then," I suggested.

"Yeah I've been there about six months now.  It's not too bad really.  I
got to go to school and I found I liked it.  I get three good meals a day
and I still get my cock sucked whenever I want."

I was still curious.  "So how did you get here Eric?"

"My detention counsellor's a good guy.  Him and me get on great.  He
promised me if I got my marks up he'd get me a spot in this camp.  Well,
here I am!"

Eric was smiling broadly but I was shaken.  It took a real effort to
prevent the tears.  I felt so bad for him.

I finally recomposed myself and addressed him.  "You don't have to get me
off Eric.  If you had your choice what would you rather do before you leave
here tonight?"

Eric sucked in his lip a moment before replying.  "I really like you Andy.
I've told you some stuff I ain't never told anyone else, even my detention
counsellor.  I'd really like it if you would just hold me for a while and
tell me I'm safe here."

"We can do better than that," I replied misty eyed.  "You can stay as long
as you want tonight.  Till morning if you choose.  And yes you're as safe
here as I can possibly make it."

Within moments I had stripped and was holding him tenderly under the covers
Before I drifted off though I had to ask one last question.  "You're
supposed to be thirteen but when I hear your story it seems to me that
you're older.'

"Well yeah," he agreed, "I'll tell you another secret no one knows.  I tell
everyone I'm thirteen cuz it makes everything easier for me.  I get
believed cuz I'm so short and all.  I'm really almost sixteen!"

"Hmmm.  That explains a lot," I commented.

As we lay there quietly now, I could feel his re-formed hardness in my
stomach.  In return he gripped my erection.  It was enough.......for now.