Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 19:53:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rich McFadin <mcfadinr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Back Then

It's been a long time now.  I've felt guilty every time I think about it.
Even the first morning after, I thought about how much trouble I could have
been in or how much trouble I could have caused.  There was one solid week
when the memory was celebrated and pleasant.  Now, as my own boys are
gearing up and excited to go to summer camp, I think I should at least
write this.

I worked as a summer camp counselor for several years.  I started as a
junior counselor when in high school and then all but the summer before my
senior year in college.  It was a great time, I loved playing all summer
but it was a big responsibility to keep the kids safe.  And I truly loved
the kids.  They could lie with their words but I could always tell their
real feelings and emotions.  I always seemed to have great boys in my cabin
and always built such good relationships with them.  This story involves
two of my favorites.

Brett and Kelly started in my cabin as 10 year olds.  It was their first
time at camp, their first time away from home, and the first time they ever
met each other.  It was a typical rough start for them, nervous and
homesick.  I was pretty good at helping homesick boys.  I had to get them
thinking of the things they were going to do and then watch them when
things got slow.  Instead of just letting them think about home during rest
period after lunch or as things settled down for bedtime, I kept them
engaged and spent that time with them.  After a while, it always seemed to
work and the boys could be happy and have a great time at camp.

Brett and Kelly were so cute at age 10.  Brett had long brown hair that
just flowed in the wind or as he walked.  He had a snagly crooked smile
then but I loved to see him smile.  He had a caramel complexion and it was
deepened by a half summer of sun.  The lighter stripes on his feet from the
flip-flops were still dark compared to his bright white butt.  And I did
get to see that a lot in the cabin.  Brett's laugh was great.  I wasn't the
only one to tickle him to get that laugh out of him.  He also had a dark
side.  He had a scowl that I was always glad that I wasn't the target of
the look.  He was quick and agile.  At 10, you could tell he was going to
be athletic.  A compact strong body at 10.

Kelly was just about the same size.  He had a longer skinnier face but most
everything else was the same side.  Kelly at that age had the blondest hair
I have ever seen, at least naturally.  It would darken over the years that
I knew him.  It was so light that little wisps of hair would stand up off
his head.  Kelly had the greenest eyes and with his light complexion, they
just seemed to jump right at you.  They sparkled so much that you just had
to look him in the eye.  And he could talk!  He was also the one talking
and the last one to get quiet when we needed everybody's attention.

Brett and Kelly became great friends.  For the first couple of years, the
only time they got together was at camp and for one short phone call to
make sure the other one was still coming that particular session.  As they
got older, they did write and call each other.  I heard that they were
roommates their freshman year at college.

They were in my cabin each year after that.  I was thrilled when their
application came in and each of them had a note requesting that if I was
still a counselor, that they had to be in my cabin.  The head counselor did
have me swap cabins to get the next age up just to get Brett and Kelly.
The next year, there was a letter from each of their parents complimenting
the camp but also making the request of my counseling again.  The next
year, I had enough stroke that all it took was a phone call to me to make
it happen.  I almost didn't recognize the voice.  It was Brett but he no
longer had that squeaky kid voice, he sounded almost grown up.  While he
didn't use a lot of words, I could tell it was important for him and he
really wanted to enjoy my presence again.  I was thrilled in many ways.

As the group before their session ended, I made sure that the bunks closest
to me were reserved for my boys.  I threw a couple of lost-and-found
pillows on the bunks to reserve them.  As it was, I didn't have a single
new boy in my cabin that session.  One had only one year prior experience
with me, and all had been in my cabin.  I loved sessions like that, they
just seemed to start off running and never slow down.

That session, I was positioned at the cabin when the parents dropped off
the boys and busses got there.  I was standing on the porch leaning on the
rail when I saw two tall strong but wiry boys walking towards me.  Their
eyes were focused on me and the smiles were beaming.  They were walking
like old friends, as much leaning on each other as walking along.  I was
amazed at how tall and mature they had become in just one year.  Instead of
me giving boys hugs when they got up to me, they wrapped me up in a huge
hug.  I had a couple of inches on them but it felt like they were so much
taller.

They quickly found their bunks, made their beds and found their
footlockers.  And the cabin was about to explode with the sound and
excitement of eight 13 year old boys who knew they were about to share a
fantastic session of camp.  They all knew each other from the past years.
They told all the stories they could remember.  I was very much a part of
the fun but I also liked to back up a little and just watch them interact
and become reacquainted.  We barely made it out of the cabin in time for
the first gathering and games.

That night, as I was going over some of the cabin rules and setting up the
chores and such, I very much changed my approach.  They all really knew
what to expect from me and what I expected from them.  And there wasn't one
boy in the cabin that had ever been the hard case, or the pain in the ass.
I made them the promise that the more they worked with me, the more I would
do to help them out and make it the best year of camp for them ever.
Instead of me working to get them quiet at bedtime, they would take care of
themselves and I would reciprocate in some special way, a case of cokes, or
a little longer than normal time lingering at the girls' cabin, or one
night away from the younger kids spent with the girls at the pool, complete
with a movie shown on the wall of the pool changing room.  And it really
did work out that way.  For the first week, I never had it so easy as a
counselor.  And it was a fantastic week for them.

On the weekend, we would split the kids up according to the time they had
at camp and send them on a special trip.  I had to separate from Brett and
Kelly but had most of my other boys with me.  It all started out good but
the weather got to us.  It made it a long and tiring weekend.  It turned
out fun, for the most part.  I was late with my group getting back to camp
but the trip that Brett and Kelly were on was even later.

The rest of the cabin was sound asleep when the two came stumbling in.
There were trying to be quiet but boys' summer camp cabins have never been
a place for things to be put away and they tripped and fell over
everything.  They did wake me up but I was so sound asleep that I barely
made an effort to look up.  After they dropped their stuff, Kelly went to
the bathroom.  And Brett came and hovered over me to see if I was awake.
We were just starting the story of his trip when he sat down on the bed
with me.  Then Kelly came out and he wanted to get comfortable as well.  He
crawled over me and laid down next to me.  I did have a full sized bed with
a good mattress compared to the bunks the boys were in.

Kelly said that it was so comfortable and he was so tired, he was just
going to sleep right there with me.  And he even snuggled up close.  He had
dropped his t-shirt and shorts on the way back from the bathroom.  And then
Brett just had to get in on it.  He kicked off his shoes and pushed me into
Kelly and lay down on the other side of me.  It was a cool damp night but I
was getting a whole lot warmer with those two bodies squeezing in with me.
They both were smelling strong.  I could smell the sun and outdoors, the
river water in their hair, the sweat and musk all over them, even the pizza
they ate on the way back.

We whispered for a while, telling each other about out trips and how the
weather had screwed things up.  And Kelly was little by little getting more
and more under he covers.  He was by the open window and it was cool out.
Brett wasn't so sneaky, He just pulled the covers back and slipped in.
Kelly and I had nothing on but underwear and Brett had just shorts.  The
big problem was that I was also boned up.  That wasn't all that unusual
when I was around kids but I never really did anything about it.  I always
told myself that it was a just a physical thing that I couldn't control
anyway.  Now my boner was only inches away from both of them.

There had been an incident the summer before.  We were wrestling in the
cabin. I was throwing the boys around and they were attacking each other.
At one point, I had Kelly between my legs and squeezing him.  One of the
reasons that I kept squeezing him was that I didn't want to let my boner
show to the rest of the cabin.  Kelly took care of that, he announced that
he could feel my boner poking him.  I was a little mad, and somewhat
embarrassed.  The whole idea of being boned up was shared by the other boys
and several of them either showed their boners or had them exposed.  There
was a sudden flurry of underwear being pulled down.  It wasn't that
shocking since they had been naked dozens of times in the past week or
more.  There was a quick assessment of who had boners and who had the best
boners.  All but Kelly forgot about my condition.

That night, as we were whispering about where they slept the night before
and how they were right next to their camp girlfriends, the snuggling got a
little more active.  Before I could divert Kelly's hand, he passed it right
over my boner.  I jumped so quick that I almost knocked Brett out of bed.
That started Kelly kidding me but also he kept exploring.  While Brett was
just whispering, Kelly's hand was grabbing my balls and dick.  But when
they got silly and started acting like they were making out with me, Brett
discovered not only my boner but Kelly's hand moving around it.

The whispering and giggling got intense after that.  And my hand was pulled
to Kelly's underwear.  I felt a hard long skinny boner that was just about
to bust out of the cloth.  And I could feel Brett's dick poking me in the
side.  At that point, I was no longer their counselor, or even a few years
older than they were.  We were headed as equals, hot and horny equals, into
sex play and I even think love.  I heard the snap on Brett's shorts and
then he wiggled out of them.  He turned to face me and he slowly rubbed his
boner and balls against me.  My hand grabbed his butt and squeezed and
caressed it.  My hand was joined by Kelly's and he also helped out Brett's
dick.

The waistband on my underwear snapped as Kelly started to pull them down.
Brett pulled from one side and Kelly the other.  They got them far enough
that I got one foot out.  Then their hands were all over my dick and balls.
I was truly in ecstasy.  I couldn't even account for the hands, it felt
like there were a lot more than two boys.  My balls were being caressed, my
nipples pinched, my belly rubbed, my dick was pulled, there was a hand in
my pubes, and my arms were being rubbed.  There was a lot of noise from the
movement but not a sound was coming from our voices.  Until I couldn't
stand it any longer and I worked to pull off Kelly's underwear.  They came
off without a fight.  I felt a wet spot right on the tip of Kelly's dick
and inside his underwear when they ended up on my face.  I didn't know
about precum then, I thought Kelly had cumed already.

I was all set to work on their dicks when they moved around.  As our bodies
got all tangled up, my mouth was covered by Brett's.  Both boys had braces
on their teeth, and they actually looked good on them.  My tongue was
exploring his mouth and feeling the braces.  Brett was amazing with his
tongue and lips and our tongues got as tangled as our bodies.  I gave up
trying to concentrate on any part of my body or where my hands were.  I was
getting stroked and my balls were getting played with.  My own hands were
finding butts, and balls and dicks to play with.  Kelly leaned up and put
his mouth on my cheek and just as our tongues touched, Kelly and Brett
started the deep hard kissing right in front of my face.  Kelly then sought
out my mouth.  His tongue felt longer and thinner and it reached back in
farther than Brett's but it was just as exciting.

When Brett whispered to Kelly that they should make me cum, I was about
ready to beg them to do so.  They both stroked me, squeezed my balls, and
got me right to the edge.  By that time, I couldn't hold it long and I
spurt out a great load of hot cum.  When I did shoot, I had handfuls of
their butts and was squeezing as hard as I could.  I tried not to move for
a minute or so.  They both were rubbing their dicks on me, with a slow
humping movement.  As I was able to move again, they took my hands and put
it on their dicks.  I thought how fantastic this was, I had two of my
favorite boys, naked in my bed, and I was going to make them cum any second
then.  Brett got the best of it, he was under my right hand but Kelly
didn't complain at all.

When they shot, I got most of their cum on me.  I could feel it on my belly
and in my pubes.  I played with it a little but my hands kept returning to
their bodies.  I never would have let it happen if I had stayed conscience
but we all fell asleep right there in my bed.  I know that we didn't move
from where we ended up.  The next thing I know, there was a clap of thunder
from another storm moving in.  It made me jump but I couldn't move.  I
couldn't figure out what was holding me down.  Then I woke up enough to
realize that I was covered with the two boys.  I was soaking with sweat
where they were on top of me, and other parts of me were cold from the
morning air.  I started to wiggle out from under them.  And the thoughts of
what had happened were just starting to come together in my head.  I knew
it was bad, I didn't know how I let it happen, I questioned why it
happened.  I did stand there and look down at them.  Kelly may have been
awake, he had a smug little smile if nothing else.  And I looked on the bed
and they were both boned up and the heads of their dicks were only an inch
away.  One more indulgence, I reached down and pulled their two dicks
together.  And I was hard as a rock and standing there naked.

I threw the covers over them and headed for the bathroom.  I eventually was
able to piss and as I stood there, I was pulling dried cum off my belly and
out of my pubes.  I could smell the odor coming from my body.  It was the
mixture of all three of our cums, our sweat and musk.  The odor was really
overwhelming, not bad at all, just so powerful.  I started the shower and
stepped inside.  As the water was running down my back, my mind tried to
sort things out.  And I had to jack off, it was a very strong urge to jack.
I stood in the communal shower and yanked hard and fast.  I was worn out
and didn't move for a little bit.  I knew I had to get moving or I would be
joined shortly.  I used some kids shampoo and soap and then got out of
there.

It was just before my alarm was supposed to go off.  The entire cabin was
still asleep.  I checked out each and every bed as I made my way back to my
bed, and naked every step.  I looked at my bed and Brett and Kelly were
face to face on my pillow, close enough to be breathing each other's
breath.  I started shaking them awake gently.  They both looked around and
tried to figure out where they were.  When they realized and remembered,
they both got an evil little smile on their faces.  Neither of them wanted
to get out of the warm bed but I was able to convince them.  Mostly by
grabbing between their legs from behind and getting them up.  And the other
boys were stirring then.  I was so worried that the rest of them would see
Brett and Kelly getting out of my bed, naked and covered in cum.  And I was
even more worried that they had witnessed what had happened the night
before.  I started feeling sick.  It was only after I got all the boys up,
dressed and outside heading for breakfast that I could breathe.

I felt so guilty the rest of the day.  I really didn't know what to say to
them and I kept a little bit of extra distance between us that day.  It was
on the porch at night when they sat on the bench with me and we talked.  We
didn't even talk about the details but we all agreed that it was a great
night, a good thing that we did, and that it was just us who ever needed to
know.  I did get a bunch of hugs, and even kisses.  Those carefully snuck
in so that nobody could see.

I felt good about it for the rest of the session.  And the session ended up
with a little more of what happened that night.  But the rest of the
summer, and through out the school year, I worried.  I would have gone back
one more summer before I started my senior year but I just couldn't do it.

I did hear from both of them for several years later.  Then as I moved and
they got on with their lives, we just didn't communicate anymore.  To me,
it really seems like that was a good thing, for all of us.  I just hope it
really was.