Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 13:44:49 +0000 From: dm48 Subject: Summer Camp Experience - for Adult/Youth Section It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade that I went to a Y camp in northern Michigan. The boys were all assigned to cabins with 12 of us in each cabin with six bunk beds. We also had a cabin counselor whose room was a single and walled off at the front of the cabin, so with the door closed it was completely private. At the other end were the communal showers, urinals, and toilets (no doors). From the moment I met my counselor (a hunky kid about 17 naked Kurt) I was smitten. Didn't really understand yet all the feelings I had, but I knew I wanted him as a friend and to spend as much time with him as I could. He was incredibly kind and sweet, and it seemed he liked me as well - although, of course, he couldn't show favorites in the cabin. On the second day we were there, we were all out on the soccer field. I was never a very coordinated kid (always the last one chosen for a team - you know the type, where the rest of the group would groan if I ended up on their side), but I did try. That day I kicked at a ball that came toward me, actually hit it but in the process, pulled a muscle in my groin. Fell to the ground and was doing my best not to cry, but rubbing at it and not able to stand up yet. The counselor and the kid who shared my bunk bed - cute as hell little guy who I also liked a lot - came running over to help. They got me up and helped me back to the cabin. The counselor thanked the other guy for helping and told him he'd take care of me from there on. Kurt, took me into his room and had me sit on his bed. He said he'd like to check me out to be sure it wasn't anything more than a muscle pull. I told him to do whatever he needed to do to make the pain go away. He had me lie down and began massaging my leg from the knee up. Once he got to the bottom of my shorts, he said it would be much easier if I'd take them off. Of course I agreed, lifted my butt, and he pulled them down and off. Kurt then began resuming his combination of exploration and massage in the groin area. He worked on both legs explaining that it was important for him to compare my good leg with the injured one to tell the difference. After a few minutes it was clear, despite the pain, that my cock was hard. Nicely outlined pointing my in my Y fronts. Once that happened he asked if I'd mind if he took off my underpants as well - said it would let him be able to examine the very top of the muscles where they attached. By then I hoped I knew where things were headed, so naturally I said, `sure'. He took off my underwear and my dick stuck straight out in front of me. Before I could say anything, he said, `hey, don't worry, all guys get wood and it's nothing to be ashamed of. No body is here but the two of us, and I promise I'll never say anything to the others'. I said, thanks. He told me he had a hard on too and asked if I'd like to see his so we'd both have a secret to keep. You know what I said. He stopped completely - even taking off his shirt - and OMG, he was fucking gorgeous - even more handsome than I'd fantasized. Like your experience I thought his cock was huge. Actually, it was probably average, but it was by far the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He went back to massaging around the base of my dick, occasionally rubbing over my balls and up the base of my cock. I was in kid heaven. Eventually he asked if I'd like him to make me `feel better'. By then I'd almost forgotten the pain and said something like `please'. He lowered himself and gave me the most incredible blow job. Told me to be quiet when I started to moan (I'm still very verbal when I'm having sex). When I was about to come (after he'd only gone down on my cock maybe three or four times) he said `I want you to cum in my mouth'. I did. Once I had, he came up and started kissing me, sharing my cum between our mouths. It all seemed so natural and despite the slightly salty taste, I knew it was something I wanted to do the rest of my life. He frantically finished himself off, shooting a massive load on my chest, and feeding it to me from his fingers. God it was beautiful. Finally to my delight, he told me he was going to tell the others that my sprain was pretty bad and would have to be iced for the next 4 or 5 days (completely untrue) so he was going to move me into his room so as not to wake the rest of them at night when he was changing the ice. We repeated our sexual experimentations over the next few days, with him as a great teacher. I found I loved having my perineum and asshole licked. We thought me how to 69, rim another dude, and finger fuck. Every new think was so exciting - so dirty and so dangerous. One day he asked if I thought Louis, the other kid who shared my bunk, would like to play with us. I told him I didn't know, but thought I could find a way to ask him when we were alone. By then I knew Louis very well and decided that even if he said `no', he wouldn't be grossed out that I'd asked and he would never tell. So after lunch the next day, as we were walking together back to the cabin, I told him what had happened the first day (without all the detail) and watched to see his reaction. He said he thought something might be going on and did I like it. Of course I told him I did. His reaction was, `I'm pretty sure I would too'. That's all I needed so I asked him if he'd like to join us, saying I'd ask Kurt if it was OK (knowing full well it was). Long story short, for the rest of our time at camp that year, the 3 of us got together whenever the could. Kurt taught us how to fuck each other, and he actually opened Louis up enough to be able to take Kurt's cock. Our favorite position ended up having Kurt fuck Louis while Louis was sucking me. When we'd all cum, the three of us would kiss sharing Louis and my loads among the three of us. For once in my life, I hated for camp to end. Kurt graduated that year and we never say him again, but Louis and I continued playing and soon formed a small group of grade school friend to join us.