Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 09:59:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenixboy <phoenixboy000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Counselor Trey

COUNSELOR TREY

by Phoenixboy


Every year from the time I was nine, I went to summer camp for two weeks in
July.  I always enjoyed camp, loving the wilderness and making new friends.
When I turned fourteen, I knew that that summer would be my last year going
to camp.  The next year, I would have to get a summer job.  I decided that
I would make the best out of those two weeks, but never predicted exactly
how good it would be.

I was one of the older boys at camp that summer.  Most kids stopped coming
by then.  However, I was small for my age, so I didn't stand out.  Some of
the counselors had returned from the year before and sort of remembered me,
so they put me to use in helping with the younger boys.  Many of those kids
were scared and homesick, being away from home for the first time in their
young lives.  I helped them feel more comfortable and assured them that
they would have fun.  One of the counselors that I knew from the previous
year encouraged me to do this and praised me for being kind when many boys
my age would be mean to those younger than them.

His name was Trey and was a nineteen-year-old college student.  He was
studying art, which he taught to us.  He showed us some of his paintings
and sculptures.  They were very good.  I don't have many artistic skills,
so I appreciate talented people.

Trey and I became friends, or as much as a counselor and a camper could be.
He had lots of responsibility and I was always involved with some program
set up for the boys.  Occasionally, I would attend a seminar Trey taught,
like the art classes.  I looked forward to those times.  But we also had
our off-hours.  Whenever I had free time, I would search for him and hang
out with him when I could.  The other counselors joked and called me his
shadow.

To be honest, there was more than hero-worship going on.  There was
something tender about Trey.  He smiled at me gently, and it lifted my
spirits.  He often would drape his arm around my neck or place a hand on my
shoulder.  I loved that touch.  He made me feel special.

He was a good foot taller than I was, but was still basically a gangly
teenager.  He had not started filling out, so was very skinny.  He had a
little acne, but nothing bad.  When he didn't shave, a spattering of brown
whiskers appeared on his chin and his upper lip.  It made him look very
attractive.

I was still a long way from shaving.  I was only just getting a thin peach
fuzz moustache myself.  I had started puberty that past year, but was not
maturing very quickly.  My mom kept talking about when I would get my
"growth spurt."  It still hadn't happened yet, and I was beginning to
wonder if it ever would.  My voice was still cracking, but had a gruff tone
to it.  It was better than the squeak that it had been the year before.

One day, I had just finished my day's activities, which culminated with a
wrestling match in the mud.  I was filthy and decided to slip off and take
a shower before dinner.  I carried my towel and clean clothes across the
compound from the sleeping cabin to the building housing the bathroom and
showers.  I guessed correctly that no one else was using the showers.

I started undressing when the door opened.  Trey poked his head in.  "Oh, I
thought I saw you head this way," he said, then entered.  "I hope I'm not
disturbing you."

"No, it's okay," I said.  I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving my shaggy
hair standing up in places.  I didn't know if he intended to stay long, but
the thought of undressing in front of Trey thrilled me for some reason.

"Good.  I'm organizing a hike for Saturday evening," he said, sitting on
the bench across from me.  "I was wondering if you'd be interested in
helping me."

"Sure," I said.  "Sounds fun."  I unbuckled my belt.  Trey seemed a little
nervous but sat where he was, apparently not planning to leave.

"Great."  He went on to tell me about his ideas for the hike.  His eyes
bobbed around uncertainly, but always came back to me.  I looked him in the
eye, but noticed that his gaze wandered down my body.  I normally don't
like undressing in front of others, but usually it's with other kids my age
in P.E. class in school.  I'm not particularly shy, but I do feel awkward
showing off my body to other boys my age who are more physically mature
than I am.  But with Trey, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.  In fact, I
wanted to show off for him.  I wanted him to see me naked.

As he talked, I pulled off my shoes and socks, then unbuckled my belt.  I
noticed his voice catching a little.  I was affecting him, and it gave me a
thrill.  It was a form of power, and I enjoyed wielding it.  I dropped my
pants and stood in front of him in nothing but my jockey shorts.

"Maybe I should tell you the rest later," he said, but remained sitting.

"No, that's all right," I said evenly.  "I'm just gonna take a shower."
With that, I yanked my underwear down.  I saw with pleasure that his eyes
followed the motion.  My dick flopped out, at the same level as his face.
His eyes widened a little, but he tried to control his reaction.

My penis was not quite three inches long and was only recently getting
thicker than its prepubescent size.  A little tuft of dark hair rounded its
base.  My balls were still hairless, as were my legs.  My scrotum stuck to
my inner thighs.  I opened my legs a little to get them unstuck.

"Um, I figured we could set out right after dinner," he said, trying to
keep his voice even.  He wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"Do you want me with you or in the back of the line?"

"I want you, um, with me."

I bet you do, I thought.  I smiled.

That winning smile of his returned.  For a moment, we just smiled at each
other, me standing naked in front of him.

I headed for the shower.  He followed me.  For a moment, I thought he might
join me in there.  Instead, he stopped at the open doorway to the showers,
which had twelve faucets sticking out of the walls.  It wasn't unusual to
find twenty boys showering together in the mornings.

Turning on a faucet, I tested the water, then stepped under the hot spray.
I found a bar of soap and lathered my body while Trey watched.  I turned my
body slightly so that Trey had a good view of the front of my body.

I soaped up my chest and hairless armpits, then went down to my crotch.  I
lathered up my pubic hair and ran my hands over my dick.  I normally don't
wash that area for very long, but now I took my time.  My hands lingered
over my balls.  With one hand, I slipped the soap down the shaft of my cock
repeatedly, letting it roll over the head and back again so my pecker
popped in and out of the cup of my hand.

"Maybe we could take off in the middle of the hike and lose the others," I
said jokingly.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," he said with good humor.  "I'd
have to answer to their parents."

"Oh well.  Just a thought."  I turned my back to him, then started to wash
my ass.  I let the soap slip into my crack, moving up and down the slit
between my buns.

I set about washing my legs and stole a glance at Trey.  There was a
considerable bulge between his legs.  I wondered how big his dick was.
Thinking about it made my own dick stir.  It twitched a little, and began
to stand up away from my nuts.  As it grew, it poked straight out from my
pelvis.  I began to worry since no one had ever seen me get a hard-on
before.  But there was nothing I could do about it, so I just continued to
wash, ignoring it.

Trey obviously couldn't ignore it.  He tried to nonchalantly tug at his
crotch, then said, "Well, I'll talk to you more about it later.  See ya."

With that, he quickly departed.  I was a little disappointed.  In a way, I
hoped he would strip and join me in the shower, though I knew that would
never happen.  When I heard the door close behind Trey, I got a bunch of
lather in my hand and ran it over my hardening dick.  It became very erect
and I beat off, the excitement of teasing him like I did overpowering.  I
stopped when I heard someone enter to use the bathroom.  I lost my erection
quickly, which was good.  It wouldn't be cool to have another boy see me in
the shower with a boner.

I didn't see Trey any more that evening.  I wondered where he had
disappeared to, and began to worry that my little performance had scared
him away from me.  I looked for him, but no one had seen him around.

Bedtime came, and I was worried that I had screwed up.  I replayed the
events in the shower over and over in my mind.  I really didn't do anything
wrong.  I was minding my own business when he came in to talk to me.  I
undressed and got in the shower.  That was all.  He could've left any time,
but stayed to talk.  Yeah, I soaped my dick a little too much, perhaps, but
I didn't really do anything bad.  Sure, my dick started to get hard, but
that happens to all boys.  You can't control that.

The night drifted on.  The other boys in my cabin were sound asleep.  I
dozed a little, but my mind kept waking me up.  I was alternately guilty
and excited.  I still kept thinking what it would have been like if Trey
had joined me in the shower.

It was sometime after three in the morning when I heard a slight scraping
noise.  I realized it was the door to the cabin slowly opening.  I
recognized it from times boys, including me, needed to use the bathroom in
the middle of the night and didn't want to disturb the others.  I hadn't
heard anyone get out of bed, so it must've been someone entering from
outside.  I was lying on my back, but my head was facing the wrong
direction, so I couldn't see who it was.  I thought of looking up, but
decided against it.  Something told me to pretend to be asleep.

Light footsteps crept toward me.  Then I sensed a shape standing over my
cot.  I opened my eyes just a little so I could barely see.  An
unmistakable figure stood in front of me.  It was Trey.  From what I could
tell, he was wearing a camp T-shirt and shorts.  What was he doing here?

He leaned down to me and gently touched me on the shoulder.  He whispered
my name, then repeated it.  It was as if he were trying to see if I was
asleep, not trying to wake me.  He hesitated, his hand still on my
shoulder.  I didn't respond but continued to pretend to be asleep.  I was
nervous, but excited.  My heartbeat quickened and I tried to calm myself.

His hand moved down my chest, lightly touching me.  He moved his fingers
over the blanket that covered me.  Then his hand found the edge of the
blanket and carefully wormed its way under.  I was not wearing a T-shirt
and felt his hand on my bare skin.  I remained perfectly still.

Trey's index finger found one of my nipples and circled it.  I could hear
his heavy breath.  His hand crept down to my belly and he laid his whole
palm over it.  I controlled my own breathing.  In and out.  In and out.

My mind was whirling.  Trey was starting to feel me out!  I guess I had
more of an effect on him than I thought!  I wanted him to continue and was
afraid I would do something to scare him away.

His fingers found my underwear.  They paused again, then resumed their slow
move downward.  The fingertips touched my dick through the cotton and I
heard his breath intake sharply.  He traced the outline of my cock and I
tried very hard to remain still.  I willed my dick to stay down.

His hand went back up to my belly.  I thought he had changed his mind about
this, but then his fingers wriggled under the elastic of my jockeys.  Very
soon, they brushed against the tip of my dick.  I almost died!  The fingers
crawled over it and found my small patch of hair.  Trey played with the
hair for a little while, then touched my balls.  He cupped my genitals
gently, then set about fondling them.

I couldn't help but let out a small moan.  He froze.  I covered it by
moving slightly and letting out a short fake snore, then went still again.
When he was certain he was safe, he resumed his fondling of my privates.

My dick started growing stiff.  There was nothing I could do about it.  It
didn't seem to frighten Trey any.  In fact, he grabbed my boner firmly and
began pulling on it.  I opened my eyes a little and saw that his other hand
was down the front of his shorts.  In the dim light, I saw his arm moving
rhythmically.

As he was jacking me off, he was jacking himself off too!

A short time later, he stopped and carefully removed his hand from my
underwear.  I wanted him to continue, but of course still could not react
in any way.  Trey slowly pulled the blanket off me, exposing my
mid-section.  He produced a penlight and shined it on my crotch, covering
the light so it wouldn't disturb any of the other boys.  My erection could
plainly be seen through the tight underwear.

He hesitated again, then cautiously lifted the elastic away from my belly
to look at my dick.  He peeled the underwear back so my hard cock was in
plain view.  What he did next surprised me so much that I nearly lost my
cool.  He bent down and started sucking my dick!

I couldn't help but move my hips a little and moan, but I tried to do so as
if I were still asleep.  I guess it worked, or by that point Trey didn't
care, because he continued with his blowjob.  I've gotta say, that was the
most incredible experience I had ever had at that point in my life.  To
feel his lips and tongue on my fourteen-year-old cock was almost too much
to bear.

I had only had two wet dreams in my life and had not been able to bring
myself to climax by beating off, so I had not really experienced
ejaculation prior to this night.  But I felt my balls revving up.  My dick
hardened even more than it already was, if that was possible.  I suppose
Trey knew what was coming, because he bobbed his head over my erection
faster and faster.  Suddenly, I let loose.  My hips arched and hot cum
exploded from me into Trey's mouth.

I opened my eyes wide.  I just had to see what was happening.  Trey was
still bent over me, sucking away on my dick, which was already shrinking.
He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking all of the semen that still clung
to my dick.  A string of the stuff ran from the tip to his lips.  He wiped
that away with his finger.

He turned to look me in the face and I immediately closed my eyes, hoping
that he did not catch me awake.  I had a feeling it would be awkward.  I
didn't know if he knew I was awake, but I thought it was better to continue
pretending to be sleeping.  Apparently, he was satisfied, so he returned my
underwear and blanket to the way they were when he came to me.  He patted
my cheek lightly, then left.

Surprisingly, I fell asleep almost immediately.  I guess I was exhausted.

The other boys in my cabin had to wake me up the next morning.  I guess I
woke up with a stupid grin on my face, because one of the boys asked me,
"What's with you?  Have a wet dream or something?"  If only I could tell
him!  I ran into Trey later that day.  He seemed cautious, which is
understandable, but I played like nothing happened.  However, I stood a
little closer to him and hung on him more than ever.  When he put his arm
around me, he squeezed my shoulder a little tighter than he had before.

We led the kids on that hike after dinner.  It was a blast, but it couldn't
come close to what had happened the previous night.  I was just happy to be
near Trey.

Not surprisingly, I couldn't sleep again that night.  I waited up all
night, hoping that Trey would return, but unfortunately he did not.  I
guess he thought that two nights in a row would be too much.

The next night was the same.  Trey did not show up.  The night dragged on.
I had a hard-on just thinking about his visit.  I looked at my watch and
saw that it was past three o'clock.  He was not coming.

I made up my mind.  If he weren't going to visit me, I would visit him.  I
crawled out of bed and slipped my shorts and T-shirt on.  I carefully
opened the door so it would not make a noise, then tiptoed barefoot across
the compound.  The counselors shared a cabin, but there were only two
people per room.  Perks of the job.  I knew which room was Trey's, and I
also knew his roommate had a girlfriend in the nearby town and spent most
of his nights at her house.  Chances were I'd find Trey alone.

Creeping up to his window, I peeked inside.  The moon was shining brightly,
so I could see pretty well into the room.  One shape was curled up on a
bed.  The other bed was empty.  I tried the doorknob.  It turned easily in
my hand.  I opened the door just wide enough to slip through, then I
carefully closed it again.  This was it.  No turning back.

Trey slept on his bed, breathing deeply and regularly.  He was curled up,
facing the wall.  I lightly put my hand on his shoulder, thinking about
what he had done two nights before.  He didn't stir, and his breathing
continued normally.

I slid my hand under the blanket, caressing his bare arm.  I ran my hand
over his back, which was facing me.  I gathered my courage and let my hand
wander down his back.  Suddenly, I was touching his bare butt.  He was
sleeping in the nude!  My finger traced his crack.  My breathing came in
hitches, and I had to work to control it.  I was getting hard.

There was no better time to go further, I figured, so I moved my hand up
over his hip, then a little further.  My finger grazed some hair, and I
almost pulled my hand away.  I knew better than to make any sudden
movement, so I just froze.  After gaining my courage again, I proceeded.
My hand covered the hair, then touched some soft mass.  I realized that was
Trey's genitals.  I felt the shape of his dick, which was very small.  In
fact, it felt smaller than my own.  This somehow turned me on even more.
My dick throbbed.

I cupped my hand over his dick and balls and squeezed gently.  I fondled
him for a long while with one hand and fondled myself with the other.

Trey stirred.  I yanked my hand back and stepped away from the bed in a
panic.  I didn't know what to do if he woke up.  I was ready to bolt out
the door, but in an instant I decided that wouldn't be a good idea.  After
all, he had done the same thing to me two nights ago.  I was just returning
the favor.

He rolled onto his back, but appeared to still be sleeping.  I waited for
what seemed to be an eternity to make sure he wasn't going to move.
Finally, I put my hand under the blanket again.  Soon, I located his penis,
which was now longer.  Perhaps the position he had been lying in made it
seem smaller.

I pulled back the blanket and finally saw what I had been touching.  His
penis was surrounded by a mass of pubic hair that seemed to swallow it.  In
fact, his dick was simply sticking straight up out of the hair, nothing
more than the head exposed.  It did seem smaller than mine did after all,
though at that moment, my dick was probably the biggest it had ever been
and pressed against my shorts tightly.

After playing with his little dick for some time, the urge overcame me.  I
bent down, my lips a mere inch away from the tip.  I stuck out my tongue
and ventured a taste.  It was strange, but it sent a shiver of excitement
down my spine.  I leaned in closer, then placed my mouth over it.  It was
kind of rubbery, but had a distinct flavor.  I started sucking, and found
myself massaging his balls while I did.

Trey's dick hardened as I sucked on it.  It was definitely trying to
compete with mine!  It filled my entire mouth, touching the back of my
throat.  I bobbed up and down, letting the shaft slide slowly past my lips.
I could feel the blood pulsing in his member.

Then a hand softly caressed the back of my head.  If it had been any more
sudden, I would've pulled away immediately.  As it was, it felt reassuring.
I let his cock slide out of my mouth, then I looked up.  Trey was awake and
smiled at me kindly.  His hand remained on my head.

"That isn't exactly on the camp schedule," he said.  I grinned at him.  My
relief was overwhelming.  He pulled me down to him and embraced me tightly.
"I guess this means you were awake the other night."

"Yeah," I said, feeling the warmth of his body close to mine.  He kissed my
cheek.  I nearly melted.

"I was so afraid you'd wake up," he told me, sounding breathless.  "I
could've been fired...arrested.  I was so stupid."

"Is that why you didn't come back?"

He laughed and squeezed me tighter.  "Isn't that reason enough?"

I hugged him back.  "I wanted it."

"Yes, I suppose you did."  He ran his hands over my chest.  I pulled off my
T-shirt and he helped me with my shorts.  I wriggled out of my underwear,
then snuggled up to Trey, our naked bodies pressed together.  He took hold
of my dick, and I grabbed his.  Our cocks became harder again, after
softening with conversation.

We kissed, long and passionately while stroking each other's cocks.  I
don't know how long we made out, but it was exquisite.  Eventually, we were
sucking each other's dicks, one at a time, then simultaneously.  Somehow,
we both kept from cumming.

Kissing again, our tongues probed madly in each other's mouths.  It
occurred to me that we were essentially sucking our own dicks by this
point.  That aroused me even more, if that was possible.

Trey and I stared longingly into each other's eyes.  I loved him at that
moment.  I caressed his body and he did the same to me.  It was joyous.  We
embraced.  Then he gently urged me around to face away from him.  We lay on
our sides, and now he was behind me.  He pressed up against me, and I could
feel his hard cock slip between my legs.  He pumped back and forth, and his
dick moved wonderfully against my balls.

Then the tip of his dick moved up into my ass crack.  It pressed against my
asshole.  I couldn't believe what was about to happen.

Trey nuzzled my earlobe, then whispered in my ear, "We don't have to do
this."

"Please," I exhaled.  "Do it.  Fuck me."

The next thing I knew, there was a deep pressure against my ass.  He pushed
his cock inside of me.  I moaned loudly, and he shushed me pleasantly.  I
relaxed my muscles, allowing his cock to slip easier in and out of me.  He
fucked me, and it was great.  I was glad that he didn't have a big dick,
though, because the pain was bearable and enjoyable, but any more would
have been too much.  He pulled out of me suddenly, then masturbated
roughly.  Cum exploded from him and he lay back, panting and exhausted.

He kissed me, then rolled over so his back was to me.  His intention was
clear.  I guided my cock to his ass.  I was a little clumsy about it, but I
finally was able to push it into him.  He muffled his cry, then said, "Do
it, pump, pump, come on, yes, that's the way!"

I fucked him until I couldn't any more.  Panting, I pulled out of him, then
rolled onto my back.  He grabbed my cock and jacked me off until I
ejaculated.  Semen sprayed over my belly.  Trey licked it off me.

He lay back next to me and we fell asleep in each other's arms.  The next
thing I knew, Trey was shaking me urgently.

"Wake up," he said.  The sun was just beginning to rise.  The camp would be
waking up soon.  "You gotta get back to your bed before anyone finds you
here."  His roommate had not returned, which was lucky for us.  I quickly
got up, dressed, then kissed him hard on the mouth.

"I love you," I said.  An electric bolt ran through me when I said it,
though I hadn't planned to tell him that.

He grinned, then said, "I love you too."  He kissed me again.  "Get going."

I ran out.

For the next week, we met whenever we could.  We slipped away into the
woods in the afternoon.  At night, I joined him in his room when his
roommate was away, or we found a private place to hide away.  We made love
every chance we got.

Unfortunately, my time at camp ended.  It was hard for us to say goodbye,
but we had to.  Teary-eyed, we stared at each other, wanting to hug, but
unable because of all the people around.  My parents arrived, and I simply
waved to Trey before driving away.  I never saw Trey again.

THE END


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