Date: Fri, 27 May 2016 15:43:57 -0400 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Kevin the Camp Counselor As a camp counselor, you really have the opportunity to help kids. No matter what you might think of me, it's what I did. My name is Kevin and I had been a junior camp counselor for several years. After turning 18, I was promoted to Senior Camp Counselor and, because of my training (first aid), I was assigned to the clinic. I doubled as a life guard at the lake and some smaller jobs but really got the best job there is. Being the "safety officer", I got to walk around the entire camp, ask if I could help another counselor (usually a junior), help kids who needed it and, on top of that, I had my own private space at night, since I slept in the bedroom in back of the clinic. I had seen the "larger than my regular room at home" bedroom in the back of the clinic and really enjoyed the thought that I would have my own private space, since sleeping in a room full of 12-14 year old boys was a sure fire way to have a boner all night. Of course, most of the boys probably had boners all night and, at even at 18, I almost always had a boner all night too and there was no need for any of the boys to see mine. Yes, let's get this out in the open. I am gay, have been probably since the age of 9. I had sleepovers like all boys do (and played with my buddies, like all boys did). I had several VERY exciting nights at camp, which actually cemented my thought that I was, without a doubt, gay. My senior counselor really helped me find myself and made sure I wasn't ashamed of it. Danny was the best counselor ever! Now, at the age of 18, I was positive of my love of boys. It was a known fact that, during night times and at various other times and locations, a boy could learn a lot about himself (and his buddy) and it seemed everyone was OK with that. No one ever mentioned to each other what went on when a senior wandered off into the woods with a camper in his Speedo and reappeared about 30 minutes later. No one mentioned the various walks to the clinic to "fix homesickness" of a lonely camper. It was – well, just common knowledge. And, if was fun for everyone and felt good, so who was to complain? The regular things that camp had going on - horseback riding, swimming, arts and crafts, were really well done and cool. The camp was a two week program that the boys stayed in small cabins, usually no more than 10 to a cabin, on a 200 acre site. Each cabin had a senior counselor (18 and older) and at least one junior counselor (older than 13 up to 17). Most of the boys were from the city and had never seen a horse, no less taken care of or ridden one. The camp was not a Hilton. As I mentioned, I had been there before, when I was around 12, and returned every year until I was named a Junior Counselor at 14, helping to clear land and fix up some of the buildings. The cabins were nothing fancy and we were, after all, boys so we wouldn't appreciate much in the way of beautification. Having fun, running around, swimming, archery – that was what we were looking for when I was a camper and that hadn't changed. Although my workspace was called a *clinic*, it was nothing more than one more cabin but one end of it had no windows. At one point, this used to be a real clinic with docs and nurses and the windowless area was where the exam rooms used to be. They had been converted to the clinic's supervisor's living quarters. The front office was spacious, had better furniture than the rest of the cabins and two exam tables in the two back corners. They had stirrups but I assumed they were probably donated and the leg stirrups were included in the deal. Those portable curtain stands were beside each to give whomever may be laying there some privacy. That first day as a senior, I spent all day cleaning and dusting to make the clinic the cleanest place in the camp. After all, if we were to have boys with scrapes and cuts come in, I didn't want them to get infected because of anything I did. I inventoried the supplies and made sure to give the office a list of first aid supplies I needed. Most of the counselors worked their area the Saturday before the start of camp. My best friend, Steve, was a junior counselor there, being only 16. He was very jealous of my promotion. "You get your own private bedroom while we have to sleep with the monkeys," he yelled while sitting down to dinner. Everyone laughed. The lead counselor asked for quiet. "Thanks for all of your hard work today. The campers start coming in tomorrow," he said. "We start bright and early Monday and then have a weekend of relaxed activities. Then, another week and they go home Saturday morning of that second week. We have from when they leave to Sunday at noon to return the camp to normal operations for the next group. That's crunch time". I was excited at the work before us and, I admit, the chance to see boys in various stages of undress really had me excited in more ways than one (if you get my drift). Sunday arrived and campers started to arrive. As they wandered out to meet their gang, several camp counselors came by to shake my hand and welcome me as a senior. Many knew me as a junior. One knew me way more than the others! As the campers got settled into their cabins, a boy of about 13, blonde, what I call, surfer hair and a slim build, came by. "Hi, doc," he said, smiling. I had already gotten a nickname and I liked it. "I'm Ethan. I'm a new junior and they told me to come here". "Hi Ethan," I answered. "You've been assigned to me?" "I think so," he answered as he sat down on one of the exam tables. He fumbled with the stirrups at one end as if he knew what they were for or had even used them. Strange... "Were you here at camp before?" I asked. "First year was last year when I was 12," He smiled back at me. "We had a great time." And, then, he added a sentence, almost like it was an afterthought. "...especially after lights out..." He murmured. I sat at my desk and stared for a minute. "You know, everyone knows and we don't care," he told me. "Everyone knows what?" I asked. "You know – that you're gay," he said. I froze at my desk, realizing someone had told him a secret I had told no one. "I'm not gay!" I said, acting somewhat disturbed as most boys would if confronted with that. "Hey," Ethan said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out. I just think it's cool that my senior is just like me". I have to admit I hadn't expected a confession like that so early in the camp. I was still a little on the edge thinking he was trying to trick me into admitting something that I would regret. "I'm telling you, I'm not gay," I said emphatically. "I don't know who told you that but they're a liar". "Suit yourself," he said. "Quite a few of us are, just for your information. Many of the boys who come here question their sexuality and most of the seniors help them in whatever way they can. It's better than the alternative". I looked up at Ethan and suddenly realized he may be one of those boys with questions. "What do you mean *alternatives*?" I asked still a little weary. "Kids make fun of you at school if they know," he simply told me. "You get beat up. Some kids end up hurting themselves". Then, he looked down at his feet. I got a chill at his *`hurting themselves' *revelation. I realized this was an opportunity to help Ethan. I walked over to him and tipped my finger under his chin, causing him to look up at me. "You listen to me and never forget this," I said in as much of a loving way as I could, so as not to scare him. "You should never, *never *feel like you have to hurt yourself," I said. "There's nothing wrong with you and any thoughts you have about boys or girls or whatever – they aren't bad. If you ever feel that way, or if someone tell you that, you come and see me right away". Ethan looked up and smiled. "Gosh," he said. "I never had a big brother but you sure sound like one. Do you mean it?" "Absolutely," I told him. He reached over while still sitting on the exam table and hugged me. "Thanks," Ethan said. "This is going to be so cool!" We broke apart and he hopped off of the table. "Anything you need me to do?" he asked. "No, I think we're set for tomorrow", I told him. Ethan walked over to the front door. "I'm in Cabin 5 if you need me," he said. He pointed to it but I knew it was the one right next to the clinic. "Thanks," I said. "See you tomorrow." 5 AM came early and most of the counselors were up by then, many walking down to the bathroom and showers to start their day. I woke up to the noise and walked out in my shorty pajamas. I was surprised to see many of the seniors walking out in the open in their underwear. I had brought pajamas as I was kind of shy and wasn't sure how shy the other boys might be (as well as self-preservation - you can't see if I have a boner in my PJs – I think). "Good morning Kevin," Danny said, smiling at me. He had been my counselor when I first arrived here. I smiled back, remembering when I was assigned to Cabin 2 with him. Cabin two had a small bedroom off of the main room for the senior. Most of the seniors in the other cabins slept in the big room with the rest of the boys but Danny was a long-time senior. I was 12 when I first got here and he was probably 19. Now, he was 25 and still looked very handsome. It was like it was yesterday. I remember how exciting the week was with all the stuff we were doing and on Fridays, Movie night was held, and most of the boys were down by the lake watching a horror flick. I had walked through the woods and got to my cabin to see Danny sitting in a chair at the door. "Hey bud," Danny said to me. He seemed to be fiddling with a smooth piece of wood shaped like a wooden dowel, his hand, not doing anything special. "Hi," I said kind of shy and kind of lonely. "I miss home". "Come here," Danny said and I walked over and sat on his lap while he hugged me. I leaned my head down onto his shoulder. "You know, it's normal to miss home," he whispered to me. "It's not like you'll never see them again – we only have one more week and then back home with you". I was still somewhat lonely. While camp life was really great, my home life wasn't. Dad knew that I was *different *although he wouldn't use the –G- word. Mom simply smiled and tried to support me as much as possible. "Do you think any of the boys know I'm gay?" I asked Danny. A bigger question is, `do you know you're gay?" he asked back quickly. I had never thought of that before. I was pretty sure I was gay but had never talked to anyone about it. "I think I am," I told him. "I think girls are icky and I like hanging around boys more". "Everyone your age thinks girls are icky," Danny laughed. "And, it's natural to like to hang around with your buds". "But," I continued. "It's more than that". "How?" Danny asked. "I like how boys look," I told him. "I like to see their lumps in their pants and love taking showers with them. I have started to get stifies while thinking about my friends at home". "Do you have any special friends you've played with?" Danny asked me. The double meaning did not go unnoticed. "Not yet," I said. "But I have a best friend, Julian. I wish I could talk to him about this. I think he's gay too but he's just as afraid of talking to me – I think". "You'll find someone someday," Danny answered. "In the meantime, if you want to talk about any of that, I'm your guy. No one will know what we talk about except you and I. Deal"? I smiled and realized Danny was a great guy to talk to about all of this. He was judging me and seemed like a really friendly boy. "Agreed," I told him. "What about the others? Will they make fun of me?" "Not if I have anything to say about it," he said, protectively putting his arm around me. I was starting to get sleepy and Danny felt it in my limp body. He picked me up, putting his large hands under my butt and carried me into his room while I hugged his nice body. He laid me down on the large bed and pulled the sheets back. I snuggled under his warm blanket. "Go ahead and rest," he said. "I'll be in as soon as I put down the gang". I must have been sleepy because I don't remember much after that. It must have been either very late at night or early morning when I woke up on my side, cozied into that thick blanket and felt someone sleeping directly behind me. Still somewhat sleepy, I reached back and felt what I assumed was Danny's body pushed up against me. He only had underwear on. It was also then I realized I only had underwear on as well. He must have undressed me while I was asleep. As we lay there, my hand on his hip he reached around and cuddled me to him, putting his large hand on my nipple and rubbing it. It seemed like his fingers were wet, which I couldn't figure out, but it felt good, whatever he was doing. "You OK Champ?" he whispered to me. "Yeah," I answered. "Thanks". "My pleasure," he said and rubbed my other nipple. My peter had been hard since I awoke but it seemed like it was getting harder, if that were at all possible. Slowly, inches at a time, his hand came down to my tummy and, eventually, to the waistband of my BVD's. He moved over it to my now pointed dick and cupped it in his hand. He started to move his hand up and down my hard-on. It felt fantastic! Up to this point, I had the opportunity to play with many of my friends, but no one as old as Danny. He took his time with me and it felt wonderful. As he continued to jack me off in my underwear, I moved my hips back into his body to feel his boner poking me as well. He continued to jack me off for several minutes, one hand on my dick and the other tickling my tit. I started to moan and then I felt it. A wash of great feeling all over my body, centered around my dick. I shook on the bed while Danny jacked me dick faster in my underwear. "That's it," he whispered. "Let it go. That's my boy". I had never felt anything so good before. As the feeling drifted away, Danny's hand came up from my underwear and back to my tummy. "Like that?" he asked. "uh-huh," is all I could say. I really did. I felt him move back from me for a minute and then heard a strange sound. It was a squishing kind of sound and the bed was moving more than usual. I heard Danny groan and then, a minute later, he moved back up to my back and we snuggled again. I could feel a big wet spot on his underwear as it touched the lower portions of my legs. "Sleep now," he said and I drifted off again.