Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 21:24:28 -0700
From: Rick DeDikke <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: camp-counselor-whore.txt

Camp Counselor Whore
By Rick the Dick
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The boys in this story are ages 11-13.

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	"Oh man," I said aloud as Brad pulled his cock out and
flipped the front of his shorts back up. My jaw hurt pretty bad
and I wiggled it back and forth a few times trying to loosen it.
I really need to charge more for this if they've started
puberty, I thought. Or maybe just not do any more boys from
upper camp.

	Brad was 13 and I had only said okay because he was a
handsome blond kid, smaller than the other 13 year olds, still
high-voiced and hairless at least under his arms. I had expected
him to have a three incher like the other boys I was used to,
not a cock already into puberty! I wasn't used to something like
that and had to struggle to take him in the best I could. He
eventually came one hard shot against the back of my throat,
then the rest oozed out onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed
it with no real taste. But it took a LONG time to get there.

	"Yea, I guess this IS better than jacking off," Brad mused
mostly to himself as we headed back to camp. I considered that a
compliment, but I was surprised it was apparently his first
blowjob. Earlier I had to struggle not to choke as he kept
jamming in hard and fast while I tried to keep up. I figured he
must be pretty experienced, because boys are usually timid at
first. I also thought it was strange, but also funny, that he
had such a quiet, little-boy demeanor, yet when it came to
fucking he was completely opposite.

	Like almost all the other boys he also made me swear not to
tell anyone. He headed off back to upper camp, while I went back
to my cabin in middle camp. As I walked, I pondered just what I
had gotten myself into.

	I was 20 and it was my third summer at boys' camp, but this
was the first summer I had started sucking cock. I had always
been in middle camp (10-12 year olds) and before that summer had
no idea about the sexual energy some of them had. My first
summer I thought camp was simply not the boy-orgy filled,
jackoff-contest, circle-jerking paradise I had hoped it would
be. Maybe it was different in upper camp, but I hadn't seen any
masturbation or even sex talk my first two summers in middle
camp, and had sadly concluded they must be completely sexless at
that age.

	Well, I was obviously wrong. It turns out they're just good
at hiding things from adults. REALLY good. Those first two
summers, to them I was just another adult that they knew they
had to act sweet and polite around. Sweet, polite, good children
like their parents and teachers taught them to be.

	It wasn't until that third summer that I found out the real
truth. About 15 minutes before lights out, all the boys in
middle camp had to go up to the middle camp bathroom building to
brush their teeth and piss before bed. Counselors didn't have to
supervise them, but the counselor parking lot was near there and
I needed to get something out of my car one night. I didn't have
my flashlight and stumbled on a log in the dark. My hands got
all muddy, so I walked toward the bathroom building to clean up.

      The conversations I heard coming out of there stunned me
(the top of the outer walls were screens, for ventilation, so
you could hear everything inside very clearly). I stood there in
the dark for a few minutes, eavesdropping. I had forgotten how
foul-mouthed and nasty that 10-12 age range can be. Lots of
fuck-this, fuck-that, "the sailing counselor is an asshole,"
trash-talking, talking about jacking off, then I heard a voice I
recognized talking about how last summer at the August dance
with the girls' camp he "went into the woods and fucked her."
Nobody believed him and they were trash talking him, when I
finally went in.

      There were quick looks around and a sudden hush among the
boys who were talking naughty (maybe a third of them). I used my
counselor privilege and cut to the front of the lines at the
sinks, near the boy who had been talking about fucking that
girl. "Jake, did I just hear you say you fucked a girl last
summer?" I casually asked.

      "Ummm, yea" he blushed.

      "Man, if that's true, you're so lucky. I didn't get to fuck
until I was 16," I replied, turning on the faucet. I swear I
could feel a roomful of tension release ("oh cool, a counselor
who swears and talks about sex"). The volume went up noticeably
as chattering started again, and soon the questions started
coming.

      "How old was she?"

      "Did she have big tits?"

      "Where did you do it, in your bed?"

      "Did you wear a condom?"

      "Did you fuck her in the butt?"

      Hold on guys, who said anything about a "she", I thought,
but instead I said "I'm not going to tell you THAT, it's
private!" and laughed.

      "Awww, come on, we won't tell anyone!" one boy shouted.
      I laughed again as I finished rinsing and shut off the
faucet. "Nice try, bye. Brush your teeth," I chuckled as I
headed out the door.

      ---------

      I think that broke the ice between me being "another adult"
and a "cool counselor." Because the next day is how the whole
sucking-cock thing started, really by chance.

      30 minutes before dinner is free time where boys mostly
just hang around and get dressed after swimming. Or play their
handheld games or MAD Libs or whatever games on their beds. I
was outside our cabin joking around with a couple of boys when
one said "Hey Rick, I'll give you a FUCK, a SUCK, or a BLOW,
anything but up the ass." (He was pretending to be "gay" and
pronounced it "THUCK" and "ATHH.")

      That boy was Brian, one of my cabin's 11 year olds who had
been in the bathroom the previous night when I had walked in. He
had a super-athletic body from years of wrestling (not casual
school wrestling, but serious, year-round, pre-Olympic
wrestling), so his body was really well defined. He was also
really cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed, nice face in a boyish but
masculine way. Only downside was his dorky haircut, but his body
and cheery personality more than made up for that.

      "Why not up the ass?" I responded without really thinking.

      Brian's eyes got wide. "Because it HURTS!" he giggled.

      Wow, that's pretty... advanced?... for an 11 year old, was
my thought. But then again, I knew how nasty they could be from
the previous night. Or maybe he's repeating something he heard
from an older brother.

      "Okay, I want a SUCK," I joked. I wasn't really sure of the
difference between a "suck" and a "blow" and was curious what
he'd say.

      Brian's eyes widened again. "That's where you suck ME!" He
had a big grin.

      I was trying to be witty, but I don't think it worked
because I was getting a little nervous about being overheard. "I
don't suck for free," I replied.

      "How much do you charge?" Brian asked.

      "A dollar," I "joked" again, but really I wanted to end the
inappropriate conversation.

      Brian didn't have a comeback, just laughed and he and the
other boy went back to what they were doing, and I walked off.

      --------

      The next day at the start of evening free-swim when most
boys ran off to the lake, Brian came up to me in the cabin. He
had a dollar in his hand and a sheepish grin. (Boys could
withdraw up to $3 dollars from their account every Sunday from
the canteen to spend on candy throughout the week, so most boys
had one or two lying around). We both knew the "joke" from
yesterday and I decided to continue the joke by taking the
dollar to see his reaction. Again he got those wide blue eyes
but kind of a nervous smile, not knowing what was next.

      For some reason I said "Wanna go look for tree frogs?
There's a bunch up by Indian circle." I think my subconscious
had thought through this scenario because I don't know how that
suddenly popped into my head. "Indian Circle" was a clearing
well back behind the dining hall that was used once per summer
at the close of camp, and there were tree frogs around, I
supposed, but most of all it was secluded from the rest of the
camp where nobody could see us unless they intentionally went
back there. Which nobody ever did. My subconscious mind had
already figured this out.

      "Okay!" Brian eagerly replied. Nothing about sex had been
mentioned - getting sucked by another guy to them would be
really gay, not to mention the guy sucking being super gay, and
nobody wanted to be called gay, nor did he want his hero
counselor to be a gay - so the direct conversation was avoided.
Yet we both knew what it was about.

      We got around the curve in the dirt road, no longer visible
from the rest of camp, and went behind the old Nurse's cabin,
supposedly looking for "frogs."

      Brian was the first to refer to what had only been implied.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he nervously
chuckled.

      "Nah, I don't mind," I casually shrugged. "It's just some
skin in my mouth. I need the money." My subconscious had
apparently rehearsed that response because it surprised me
again. I had never thought I desperately needed one more dollar,
but to an 11 year old I guess that might make sense.

      "Really? Okay," he gasped. Brian's eyes widened again and
he looked around to see if anyone was watching. "I'm not gay
though, I just want to try it," he said, very urgent but low-
key.

      "I'm not either. But you gotta pay me the dollar, okay?"

      "Yea, sure," he excitedly said, looking behind us for
anybody coming as I knelt down in front of his little muscle-
body. My hands slid down to his clothed hips as he planted his
hands on my shoulders, still looking back. I fumbled a bit
getting his shorts down (he looked down and helped) then pulled
his underwear down and saw... well, a "thumb"... pointing toward
me. I had seen him nude before (soft), changing for swimming,
and it wasn't much more than just a penis head. Hard, it was
basically like an adult thumb in thickness and length.

      He looked down at me and breathed in sharply. "How long are
you gonna suck it?" he asked, as I took his little hard cock all
the way into my mouth.

      I took it back out. "Until you have an orgasm. Have you
ever had one before?" I said.

      "I've had orgasms since I was SIX!" he proudly replied.

      "Okay, so I'll keep going until you have one" I replied,
getting back to work.

      I was easily able to take in his whole cock to the root,
with my soft tongue along the whole bottom and roof of my mouth
along the whole top, my lips wrapped around my upper teeth for
the full warm and soft experience.

      It took Brian about five minutes to cum, which gave me a
nice long time to fondle his muscular little ass and strong
thighs. I don't think he even noticed that, because he was
concentrated so much on his cock.

      As he came, his cock twitched upward against the roof of my
mouth, several times. I don't know if anything shot out, but I
couldn't taste it. He did orgasm though, because he also tilted
his head back, moaned an "AHHHHH," then after a long firm press
of his groin, he pulled out and said "Okay, I'm done," and
smiled as he pulled his pants back up.

      I expected some kind of post-orgasm guilt, but instead he
got that big grin and giggled again "Yea, that was...
different." he said. "Thanks!" he smiled at me.

      As we walked back to middle camp, I told him not to tell
anyone, reminded him we're not gay, we were just trying
something different, right? Brian smiled and said "Right!" as he
hooked his hand onto my shoulder.

      ------

      It turns out 11-year-olds can't keep secrets. They can keep
secrets from ADULTS, yes, but not their friends. It exploded.
The next night I was back in my new favorite place just before
lights-out, next to the bathroom building to hear the latest raw
gossip, when I heard a boy (not Brian) say "You know Rick? If
you give him a dollar he'll give you a blowjob."

	"Oh my God, is he gay?" another voice said.

	"He's not gay, but he needs money so he'll suck your dick
for just a dollar."

	"Ewww, that's nasty!"

	"Why would he do that? That's gay."

	"He needs money."

	"Why would he suck a guy's dick?"

	"He says he doesn't care, he needs the money."

	"What does it even feel like to get your dick sucked?"

	"I heard a blowjob feels real good, better than jacking
off."

	"Really??!"

	"Yeah."

	"That's kind of gay to get your dick sucked by a guy
though."

	"Who cares? A mouth's a mouth."

	There was group laughter.

	I was horrified. The whole middle camp seemed to know about
me. How many others knew? Other counselors? Camp Director? I
knew from a certain incident the previous summer that the camp
"hushed up" sex allegations (this was before mandatory reporting
laws) and just fired the person, but I didn't want all that
trouble.

	Thankfully it turned out that no, my sucking cock thing was
just a rumor spreading around among the boys, only discussed way
out of sight and sound from the adults. For now at least, I was
safe.

	--------

	It took a few days though for the fallout to appear. One of
the boys in middle camp finally said "Hey Rick!" and held up and
wiggled around a dollar bill. He was with two other boys
standing next to him, and they were all looking at me for my
reaction. One was REALLY hot, but the boy waving the bill was
not. I pretended to have no idea why he was doing that.

	I started thinking though, that whole idea was genius. I
don't know if Brian came up with it or it was just luck how it
turned out, but "holding up a dollar bill" to a counselor who
was rumored to be willing to suck your dick somehow covered all
outcomes without insinuating anyone was gay. Either the rumor
the counselor would suck your dick for a dollar was true, so
you'd get a blowjob for just a dollar, or the rumor was false,
and the counselor would ask why you're offering him a dollar. No
need to ask for anything "gay."

	The other part of this genius idea is if I wasn't
interested in a boy (which was the case for most of the boys), I
could stare blankly and act like I didn't know why he was
holding up the dollar. That also gave me ammo in case the camp
director learned about the rumor. I figured I could say it was
only a nasty rumor, and point to all the kids who tried it and I
declined.

	Fortunately it never got up to camp director level, only
stayed among the boys.

	I did though start getting more and more offers over the
next couple weeks. I accepted about a third of them (the rest
weren't my type). Every one of them was paranoid that I'd keep
quiet about what we did. None of them knew about each other.

	They were all in the 11-12 age range (except for one 10
year old), and were all prepubescent with 2.5-3.5 inch cocks I
could easily get all in my mouth, which for most meant mind-
blowing orgasms. Most came back for more about every four or
five days.

	It was weird how the cocks were physically pretty much all
the same, yet all the boys were different in their own way. Some
were really tender and sensual, and focused on me as much as I
was focused on them. A couple liked to keep their eyes closed,
cum with a silent grunt, then pull their shorts back up and
sprint back to camp without me. A couple liked to talk and hang
out back at camp after they came, even cuddle. Some boys just
stood there smiling, arms at their sides the whole time, while
others were aggressive and would lean over my head, or hands
against the back of my head pushing it in hard and fast.

	------

	Around week five of camp, boys from upper camp started
staring at me, and a few would hold up dollars. Word had spread
and I did my best to deny everything because I wasn't attracted
to any of them, except two: the small blond 13 year old from the
beginning of this story, and another small 13 year old Hispanic
boy I think was from the Dominican Republic or Puerto Rico.

	The Hispanic boy was interesting. I already had my jaw-
aching cocksucking experience with the blond boy when I made
another exception and took the upper-camp Hispanic boy's dollar.
He was likewise pre-pubescent on the outside (voice, face, lack
of hair), but like the blond 13 year old, his cock had already
started puberty.

	He had something else about him though. A look, his smile,
a passion, something about him drew me to him emotionally. I was
happy to make another exception and was willing to choke and
stretch out my jaw for a few minutes to give him some deserved
pleasure and earn another dollar for myself.

	We went out to my usual place, I pulled his shorts down,
and he was early pubertal as expected (just a small line of hair
above his cock) and not as long as the blond upper camp boy I
had choked on before. He was maybe four and a half to five
inches hard. But he was thicker.

	I got to work sucking and was proud I was able to take
almost all of it in, but after some more moments he pushed my
head off.

	"I want to fuck," he grinned.

	"My butt?" I stupidly responded.

	"Yea."

	His glistening hard cock was looking at me right in the
face, twitching upward with each heartbeat. I wanted that back
in me! But my butt? I had never done that before and assumed we
needed lots of lube. We were way back in the woods. I said hold
on and ran back to the dining hall, snuck in the back door and
grabbed some vegetable oil, then ran back. It was some minutes
later and I assumed he'd be soft but he was still rock hard and
grinning!

	"I got some lube," I announced as I slathered the oil on
his cock and around and in my asshole. He just giggled and
stared at me.

	I got on all fours on the pine needles and thick leaf
ground, and he immediately clamped onto me and pushed himself
in. I expected it to hurt, and it did. I tried to relax my ass,
but he kept pushing really hard as I tried to hold his hips
back, but he'd just push in harder. He wasn't that big, but it
hurt like hell so I don't know how guys can take those full
adult cocks that must hurt even worse.

	I grimaced for maybe a minute but then I guess my ass
opened up and it started feeling more comfortable as he pumped.
He kept pumping hard for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I even
got hard myself after awhile.

	Right before he came, he laid down against my back and
wrapped his arms around my chest. He giggled as he orgasmed into
me. He laid against my back a bit longer, then pulled out and
pulled up his underwear and shorts with a big grin.

	Getting fucked wasn't really pleasurable, but I decided I
didn't mind it. It was a new thing for me. I had the thought
maybe my regulars in middle camp might want to try it? I could
charge two dollars for that, I thought. I could basically double
my income!

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