Summer Camp
 by: Hankster

© 2014 by the author

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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.

Posted: 11/07/14